The great misfortunes of our time involve losing places we love to our industrial specie’s lust for more. What is enough? In moments of candor I know I can’t answer that question honestly and apply it to my habits because our whole way of living in this mechanized world involves no temperance. That way lies … More A #poem about #despair in the face of our lack of limits
I posted the first completed version of “The Rites of the Living” earlier. And I’m a compulsive reviser. Poems leave the pencil of fall on the keyboard curtain and then I immediately start playing with them. They grow in the sunlight of my imagination, sometimes getting horribly tangled and messy with arrows going here, scratches … More The joy of revising a poem – “The Rites of the Living” again and again
Yesterday I posted a piece on lovers called “Your Fey Mane.” Lately I’ve been reflecting on love and lovers a lot. Sex, our acts of sharing hands and lips, the bonding of our bodies, they captivate me. Us. I’ve come to a place where I think of all of our ways of sharing ourselves as … More The Rites of the Living – Love, Nature, Sex, and Affection
Lovers are the most captivating things of all. “Fey Mane” Coquette, you chew your lip and shake your head,surprised by these moments,still smiling a nose-curled invitation. Lavender drifts through cool air.Mahogany irises back away, toe to heel to wall.Your fey mane, brings cheeks out in relief against white walls, a dark living frame. Do I … More “Your Fey Mane” – A love poem
Peter Walks for Democracy 