seeing/saying

Friday, February 12, 2016

A heart quarters

Succor

Four- squared

Inside

Its spacey odyssey

Where wolf- winter circulates

The unforgiven wind

And the blood of ice

Splayed outside

Its astral sleeve

We count on

Constellations

Warming the sky

To continence

O well

I’ll seek the moon at your throat

As you echo through pebbles

Tom McGlynn

Tuesday, February 9, 2016

Promising independent horror

Almost any developed nation

In icy sea caves

So assist great minds

To delegate

Their worth in salt

Cast headless before

The horses of wisdom

Pounding on
A gavel plain

Tom McGlynn

Saturday, February 6, 2016

The opportunity has arisen

For me to fill

A rather large

And beautiful space

Where, less tangible

Efforts can scale

Everyone is welcome

To take

As many risks

This square offers

Incline that character

Not important

To its stories

Tom McGlynn

Friday, February 5, 2016

By the time

I was taken in

By your myth
Matched socks

I was late

In putting on

My flying shoes

Tom McGlynn

Thursday, February 4, 2016

Shocking photos

Of what people

Actually have

Done imagined

I guess those

Early withdrawals

Dodged a mess

Of cold turkey

Tom McGlynn

When does the marsh

Begin I forgot

Again

Rolling close

By the road

Widened too

Close by

Someone’s crowded

Family plot

A deadman’s curve

Leading to

A reformed church

That kind of linear
Time

Tom McGlynn

Wednesday, February 3, 2016

At flood stage

The camera

On the bridge

No longer works

Its shutter locks

Trees ply

Tipping hands

Outstretched, downstream

The sky lows

Touching the tops

Of my ears

No song occurs

To my eyes

Nor brings water

To my mouth

Tom McGlynn

Monday, February 1, 2016

Well nothing

Could prepare

Me constellation

Like that

Sampled

Once in a life

Time finding

Just the right

Red early

Detection is life

Saving

This wildly

Original art

At least

At this

Major destination

Here you will
Find texture

Tom McGlynn

Sunday, January 31, 2016

Mercy me

Wood knot

Abandon

The cut

Frost out

On the fence

Ants kept mulling

A generation

Tom cat silent

Pads the boards

Under the barrow

Freighted

Tom McGlynn

Saturday, January 30, 2016

A maze in face

Transplants

A figure of catastrophe

When one won’t expect

Them the most

A Nam niece

His

Tom McGlynn