SCRIPTUS INTERRUPTUS

 In white suit and straw hat a man is walking toward the sunset (deep red now) Just finished his toil of painting an almond tree in blossom,...

  Mother-naked I fell down from a star (flickering speck in a flickering void) I had no choice. I fell down into my soul like the splash of ...

   Sylvia Plath yodels at Primrose Hill. Winter whitening the sky                                              her face   bundled up  with a...

  I consulted the entrails of a swallow still alive and fluttering, and shuffled the cards  of God: always turned up the Fool. I didn't ...

Daisy-like and dazzled by the last ray of hope Eurydice turned back not from the underground but the underworld. She was alone and beaming. ...

  A cloudburst loomed over the Worthing seaside,  and he puffed curls of blue smoke from his Parascho cigarette to the leaden sky.  Snazzy a...

You touched a pebble that rested for ages and ages dreaming of being the moon * (Beneath the pebble a cricket  rehearsed a fugue  to the sta...