Baxter at St John’s How you fill the armchair:neck & shoulders tilted backwith eyelids falling south;dreaming with every starbeyond our penitent dome. Once drunkard – now poet’s Christ:mouth turned from bitter sponge –how time trembles when voicesshatter the glass night –our words crackling over ice. ©️ Orion Foote
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Diary of an Upstart Crow
Diary of an Upstart Crow Would that I in time to come– With finest strokes of oaken apple Seasoned with pure mind & gum,Should set my quill by moon & sun Flee from courtly whim & daggerAnd shun these taverns of rowdy vice, Where moistened lips do twist & blatherIn darkened light & furtive swagger.Continue reading “Diary of an Upstart Crow”
Radio Budapest
Radio Budapest(for Eva) Listen – an ancient tremoris shifting the landscape;teasing the waveswith her dark barcarolle.She’s gathering starsand sinking to baseline;the static of Radio Budapestcrackling inside her throat. In the voice of anothershe’s as still as a frog –wrinkled fingers entwinedover dark pleated skirt,head bowed & weightedaway from the light –her eyes cutting my wordsintoContinue reading “Radio Budapest”
The Dead Poet’s Case File
The Dead Poet’s Case File Ok, I admit it:I’m a sucker for anotherburned out poet’s epitaph,but I’m telling you – this isas close to confessionalas it gets around here. I’m warming to her –inclined to take her sidewhile she doublesas reality celeb by dayand muckraker by night –it’s a well devised ruseto throw us offContinue reading “The Dead Poet’s Case File”
Byline from Blacks Point
Byline from Blacks Point Rewind to a church on the rise:we’re making rough cutslike Burroughs & Matisse,getting down to businessoutside on the lawn, where fishingangels catch us unawares.Inside, antiquated minutes baskcover to cover – wheeled outfor a good once over –itching for a footnotein this time weathered collage;our own past turned inanimate,as though in glassContinue reading “Byline from Blacks Point”
Christmas with Emily
Christmas with Emily It is etched on windowsthat I will arrive at the meaningof Winter – scrawled with pencil on antique chocolate wrappers.In feeble long hand blisswe trace fine lines – cutting a dash through New England snow –the long & the short of itkeeping us at arm’s length. Codes in invisible ink humin surroundContinue reading “Christmas with Emily”
A Child’s Winter Show
A Child’s Winter Show Your voice receded like the sun – it fellbehind shadowed hillswith winter’s deft touch. The hours came – left usas slow as slow could be,drifting over blue dodgems and fever pitched furore. I wanted to reach upwith frozen hands, pullthe sunglasses from your eyesand watch the rain crying over toffee apples.Continue reading “A Child’s Winter Show”
Three Prologues
Three Prologues i It’s contagious –swapping energy currenciesinside a faux Havana bar;the grotesque & profanepeering through windowsat Mama San – a lunch hourscrewball comedy – moolahfor spicy rhetoric with a decorthat reeks of name droppings;of circadian rhythms awakened. ii I wonder how he coped –a shrinking Napoleon on St Helena;sketching cherry laurels& japaneseContinue reading “Three Prologues”
Cognizance
Cognizance It was never in my rider:these plumes of damp mistwith their bluish grey drift– poised like a spiteful tsunami.An encore of unknown dread,when as a child, my eyesburned beneath horned prongsof ancient trees – outstayingthe dead on a seared hilltop.These things I knew – long beforehuman nuance or pageantry,or of tiptoed paths cuttinga dashContinue reading “Cognizance”
Soloman Islands Song
Soloman Islands Song(four Chinese Quatrains) He sleeps in humid daylightover scorched Pacific sand;distant flags ripple slowlyin Vella Lavella breeze A sentinel moon whispersdream long my son of silence;offspring of a lost wind manscribbles tears in candlelight sotto voce words linger,taut hours unravel in sheetsof slant drizzle – heightens tangof shaving foam and sherry Croons withContinue reading “Soloman Islands Song”
Visions of Orion Poetry 