Friday, 18 November 2011

Double Word

Writing a poem’s
like playing Scrabble; letters
have shape and value.

Tuesday, 15 November 2011


If I had everything,
I’d want nothing.
If I had nothing,
I’d long for everything.

Everything, nothing
and nothing to everything:
a dot in a circle
and a sphere into a dot:

maybe nothing
fancies everything
so (under the covers)
they love each other
- spirit and form –
and then something is born.