citadel 43

citadel 42

David Stone sent me his poems Citadel 42 and Citadel 43. 

An hour later, by chance, I was passing Montana Street. 

I liked the poems, and decided to add photographs to them.

So, David, if you see them here, I hope you enjoy them.

And I sent them back to you like this. Thank you.

...received David Stone's Crystal Prism book of poetry yesterday....

The rain  created creatures

crawled

up

the thin

think banks

dreams drained

scales swelled east

from the Black Forest

to the Black sea

passing solstitial ordinance...

Thank you, David Stone, for your book.

In the lobby of the Grand Hotel, 

Alcuin found gold 

painted ice cream flecks, 

demolished robes, 

atomic secrets hidden in gold bathroom faucets.

pg. 72

Above the dirge,

the reptile boat

entered Paris airspace

and landed in a corridor

dock on a cathedral spine.

pg. 76

received cool package of david stone poems via post today