Thomas Radwick : Crack In The Ceiling

Sudden razzmatazz at my ear from a stray fly’s rusty trumpeting Morning after rain— a big blank silvery sky like a movie ...

I’ve been ... gliding along on the tide I’ve been ... thinking my life is a ride I’ve been ... pushed by the wind through the rain ...

Glad to do the dishes? “Poetry is not a careful thing— poetry is lamb dust”—Kerouac Mistaking yourself for what ...

Clearer than beer or a pastis in Paris on a bright May day .

Little birds pecking at overhead power lines— please be careful there! A bare muddy hill against a movie-screen sky— mornin...

It’s always been this way You know you’re falling down again It always feels the same You know what’s coming round the bend ...

We are here to get it right one more time Blues: a flower from fire At night before bed forgive everyone * ...