Libations Part 1: Eumenides
Have you come to bear
a sweet libation for me?
Fever Cabin
Beyond the pines, the purr
of twilight perched
The Cosmos
With empty taunts, we tempt Poseidon’s hand
in ponds that seem the sea in reeds and weeds;
Fridge Poems
With the magnetic poetry on #Pepperland’s fridge.
Maximum
St. Maximus is maximum tonight,
Under just two gins and tonic;
Tempest
Swallowed by the world’s creases
folding to thinness on the inclement horizon.
Awakening
Beneath the sheets of water tumbling cool around
a layered shale slowly overturns.
Sunday Island
On Sunday Island, in the sun,
My girl tells me to beware;
North Saskatchewan
The river suns itself;
from stone to stone in languid flow.
North Saskatchewan
North Saskatchewan