My heart has a clock And it ticks and it tocks It grinds and whirrs, writing everything down in its heartful mind At 2pm it beats one beat deep with grief, remembering visiting hours At 3pm it beats fast as I feel I’ve forgotten something just for a minute Then I recall, they are no […]
It’s a funny thing poetry Emotion opens the page Feelings push the pen Stroke the keyboard Arrange words The heart overseeing everything like a conductor who denotes You speak Now you And you And you And the melody flows forth From within To without Where it becomes this poem Or rather prose (of course) Which […]
There is a truth in writing and when I am searching for it myself And can’t find it I look to other writers that speak it well Writers like Bukoswki Yes He is an angry man who speaks badly and crudely and rudely At times Yet when I feel angry And I read a bite […]
A note of explanation. I posted this piece the other day but then sent it back to drafts for reconsideration. So if you are seeing this twice – my apologies. Ray’s comments (which you will see below) sent me into a ferment of thinking about whether a writers work was indeed autobiographical or not […]
