I was at a thing recently. Not my thing, a good thing. Luminosity filled the evening. In the pouring of … More
Tag: Not Writing
Doubt
[S]everal things dovetailed in my mind, & at once it struck me, what quality went to form a Man … More
The poem is cross with me
The poem is not happy. It glares up at me, its eyes spitting fury. ‘How dare you take me in … More
Pursued by the poem
I am being pursued by the poem. It has been there for several years now, asking to be written. I … More
No poem to write
Sometimes I think it’s gone forever -Ken Smith I want to write a poem, Seamus Heaney says, but I have … More