Spring is Not our Mating Season

Spring is Not our Mating Season

I will not kiss you, country fashion, By hedgesides where Weasel and hare Claim kinship with our passion….   This bare clay-pit is truest setting For love like ours: No bed of flowers But sand-ledge for our petting.   The Spring is not our mating...
Silent Disapproval

Silent Disapproval

The relation between us was silence; that and the feeling of each one being watched by the other… It had begun by my talking all of the time repeating the worn formulae of the churches in the belief that was prayer. Why does silence suggest disapproval? The...
In Our Hands

In Our Hands

No wife, kids, home; No money sense. Unemployable. Friends, yes. But the wrong sort – The workshy, women, wogs, Petty infringers of the law… … his end? I think we will make it Public, prolonged and painful.   Right, said the baby. That was...
Search Me O God

Search Me O God

Search me, O God, and know my heart today Try me, O Lord, and know my thoughts, I pray See if there be some wicked way in me Cleanse me from every sin and set me free.   I praise you Lord, for cleansing me from sin Fulfil your word, and make me pure within Fill...
God is a Surprise

God is a Surprise

What is belief? A recognition? Who knows of what? If any say He knows, he lies. Who knows what never was begun And will not end? God is a way, And a surprise.   And in that way we cannot choose, For choice deceives us, as it must. We live in sense, Certain at...