Conrad’s darkness
“I have never been able to find in any man’s book or any man’s talk anything…
When I have fears
I have over the last year or so frequently relaxed in a meditative trance while listening…
Dr Cogito regrets the futility of his existence
The next in my series of Dr Cogito poems, composed fresh this morning. Dr Cogito…
Dr Cogito brings his mind to heel
Here is another in my series of Dr Cogito poems Dr Cogito brings his mind to…
Improvisation on a train
On a red sore train I wonder what I will leave Behind when I am gone…
Poem: The state of politics
Poetry and politics make for strained companions. The politics of poets is unreliable, inclined to the…
Poem: Nouriel’s Shoes
The following poem is from my Burning Archive collection. It had its origins in a strategic…
The infinite conversation and survival
I have written before in the Burning Archive of the metaphor for writing, and its eternal…
An accidental tourist
Here is a poem of mine from about a year ago. When the wind blows from…
Mr Dylan’s bad language
I like to check out the winners of the Nobel Prize for Literature. The world of…