dennis scharnberg

Poetry Fragments:

1.      right onto the dirty floor of the world

2.      there is no place for art to park (it is so quiet when it’s dark)

3.      in the hallways, in the grove, I see the lips (and eyes that rove)

4.      fire is fool and feel is fear

5.      warblers of the whorled-yew night

6.      he hates that picture, loves that frame

7.      a fish in the flood am I

8.      a speck or two of dusty light,  the empty shell of something trite

9.      falling is what we do so well

Tessa Fielding and Constance Gogarty,  A Book of Lists.