Jeff Guess

Hundreds         of tiny trumpets         from the clumps         of clivia         along the driveway         and the slow        ...

Sunday morning-         moving in and out of sleep,         somewhere close on         an ivy-covered wall.         Rain falls on the...

The massif elevation of clouds         at 6 am         east of the mountains.         Airy uplands         of blue-grey slate        ...

This house has been at sea all night         faring through a frozen ocean         each second marked         by creaks and scrapes...

Something woke me. Early.         Frost had painted         the morning white.         A crackled silence.         Bird calls were...

These poems are now being published daily under 'recent posts' on my blog and will be shortly available as an eBook that can be read...