Sean’s lovely new work  and some older work….

our house is open

The purpose of poetry is to remind us    how difficult it is to remain just one person,    for our house is open, there are no keys in the doors,    and invisible guests come in and out at will.                                                                 – Czeslaw Milosz 1911–2004     Thinking of Milosz’ invisible guests: they’re not only the muses but…

my writing desk

Though it’s a sham; I write in bed. So my lovely desk becomes a strand to beachcomb for flotsam thoughts, jettisoned rough drafts, passages, ideas, a strand of thought left for another day as I happen to walk by. It’s more like quicksand; everything finds its way here and gets buried deeper and deeper.