I’m starting a new blog to showcase my work and poetry, as well as the work and poetry of others I admire. I hope the dialogue will be interesting.

Here is one of my new poems.


Tired, as I am, of useful words,
Of words like tools, blunted, numb,
Stupid with sheen
And mallet-heavy,
Still I come —

To lay them out, row upon row,
Honest with use, and used before;
Or stunted, solid,
Rusted, worn,
Dull as a hoe.

They’ve worked me down
To a worn acceptance.
What I’ve done
Is pared myself
To a useful blankness,

All glamour gone.