Codger’s Notebook Mid-morning Camellias pingunder a muted sundial –Codger notes their progress;his concertina file pregnant with earmarked outtakes. Afternoon chill factors hoveinto view on the horizon –their misty eyed vapours hint at surmised outcomes;all annotations are updated. Dead letters depart on cuetowards a vanishing point –time is beside itself, sunbathing at another empty juncture;all fodderContinue reading “Codger’s Notebook”
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Dancing in Absentia
Dancing in Absentia Why isn’t it enough to speak the sordid truth, while a jealous moon steals our thunder – assumes the limelight in a twinkling mid-winter sky. Why isn’t it enough to dance a rabid Tango – cut a dash around words etched in snow, that rise like a chorus from a well ofContinue reading “Dancing in Absentia”
Tabula Rasa
Tabula Rasa You speak as if to remember;as if wondering how words escapethrough tiny cracks – I track themdown and revel in the thought. And what of the light switchthat is somehow jammed;neither off nor on, but stuckunwittingly in-between, picking fights with the fuse box. That is how these things are.This is how I learnContinue reading “Tabula Rasa”
Newton’s Epilogue
Newton’s Epilogue(In Memoriam) Once, on a cold inclinenamed after your mother,you turned as if Karajan to his Figaro;as if Jesus to Simon and saidTo conquer death,we only have to die. At the drop of a baton,time holds sway like a dirge,wincing at the refrainof it’s own untold forecast;we only have to die. And what ofContinue reading “Newton’s Epilogue”
Where Stories End & Dreams Begin
Where Stories End & Dreams Begin(Choka for Fran)) You wrap the night’s breathin ivory sheets with stars;in monochrome dreamsof wild Gypsophila snow. You hear words spokenin the language of a mothertongue, that knows the layof the landscape in night’s pall. Moonbeams shoot the breeze. By morning, a grateful sundotes on gilded braids;coaxing highlights, like dawn’sContinue reading “Where Stories End & Dreams Begin”
Last Call at Shangri-la
Last Call at Shangri-la(Tanka) Solar fireball shrinksinto a fluorescent dusk;he knows how to mixa Caribbean cocktailin layers of ochre crush. ©️Orion Foote
After the Wrap
After the Wrap Call it the hypnotic pullof icicles holding courton a frigid window pane.It’s like watching time dissolveinside a Rothko expanse;a wordless haikuthat requires no translationin any known language. A speechless actordoesn’t need subtitleswhen zoning out with eye clouds;It’s a final print in empathy.A quiet affirmationof all that is understoodthrough the hushed crescendoof time’sContinue reading “After the Wrap”
On Awakening
On Awakening(Tanka) Kiki scans pagesof morning’s feline gazette.She nose tracks lettersin earth scented light columns;marks time shoveling fur dew. ©️ Orion Foote
Rewriting his Plaque
On Rewriting his Plaque Three weeks shyof a neat three score,I come to your river pewin midday’s yellow blaze. I wait for the trillof the rivers song;for arms of valley hillsto wrap around me,like pale limp flesh, that oncedraped across my ribsin morning’s wondrous lightthat yawned through waking curtains To eavesdrop on grating cicadasin shamelessContinue reading “Rewriting his Plaque”
Editing Natural Selection
Editing Natural Selection I secretly enjoy the rigmarole:it’s like self medicating on words after arcane dental work,or playing devil’s advocatefor a mixed marriage betweena CNN reporter & a Russian diplomat. I’m bent over foul papersat three in the afternoon – shufflingarbitrary shorthand symbols,until it’s time to tango; time to startdropping liquorice in the snow. AtContinue reading “Editing Natural Selection”
Visions of Orion Poetry 