Sleeping in the Desert
Saturday, February 25th, 2006“What crackly beast,
its skeleton its shield, now waits to lunge…”
“What crackly beast,
its skeleton its shield, now waits to lunge…”
Thinking it’s a pathway through the Park,
People enter the cul-de-sac …
Signs in heaven …
cabalistic symbols on a license plate …
Why do a poetry blog, anyway?
It seems so pointless. I’m not known in the wider literary world so people will not be seeking the John Schenck poetry blog just to find out what the master has penned this week. It’s really just for me, I think – to provide a nice-looking setting for […]
the island grows its own peculiar species…