Crg Hill's poetry scorecard

Beckett's Question: Location, location, location?

Thinking would break silence

 

as infant, a chimpanzee, or an amoeba had ceased breathing.

Some Tarzan of the air. 

 

She was a beauty like a knife warm with domestic surprise, a glimpse of the Hudson

Every stone’s self

 

 Oh, forgive me, there was

little more heat. 

 

Beckett's Question: Do you ever think about your life as a series of newly encountered, maybe often re-encountered crossroads (or roadblocks)?

Beckett's Question: If you had to signify what is singular about yourself with a list of keywords, what shape would that list take?

Great splash

 Ideas precisely in their collar. 

 

Stealing to eat the pure pleasure

 

of an illuminated city drowned.

 

Birds were astir in the answers tomorrow. 

 

Beckett's Question: Does, he asks, size matter?

The bushes parted, thighs dusted with birdseed