Alex Graham McNulty

Alex-amber Rock-stone 

You stopped me with a start

I saw your name upon a bench

Without your beating heart

You-vee

Sunfalls on my balding skin

Soothing my autumn May within

Thinning idly away I be

Viz. visibly vis-à-vis me

Property

I feel my fingers fiercely

Folding, clenching tight

On naught besides myself

And these fists full of fright

What’s her name?

I walk beside my quiet brook 

And look and see what shapes she took 

Her movements shift each moment’s grace 

Each nook and bend, her peace and pace 

The Eel-Eagle One

It is not told that in after days

When of olde YHWH God made the heaven

And it is not written that following the beginning

And its seven

When began the rest of which all creatures sang—

Drowning Potsherds

If I pot this precious potoroo

Drenched it is with tears

Will this cursed ground release it

In the Jubilee of Years?