Sunday, June 27, 2010

wait under the weed

The Tipping Point
Let the snake wait under
his weed
and the writing
be of words, slow and quick, sharp
to strike, quiet to wait,

—through metaphor to reconcile
the people and the stones.
Compose. (No ideas
but in things) Invent!
Saxifrage is my flower that splits
the rocks.

"A Sort Of Song," William Carlos Williams

[Damen Avenue below Lee Street]

Sunday, June 20, 2010

blue skies


Blue days
All of them gone
Nothing but blue skies
From now on

"Blue Skies," Irving Berlin

[Damen Avenue below Division Street]

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

About Me

Chicago, Illinois, United States