Jeff Guess

The stubble fields         are a pen and wash in early morning light.         Distant wild bamboo crosshatch pale sun         sown with...

This sport's field Sunday morning         with the rasping antiphon         of a choir of galahs.         Sun sits just below the...

Pruning of the vines         and at this road distance         so many small humped         clouds of control amongst the snarl of canes...

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...

Devils on Horseback   Asparagus Wrapped in Crisp Prosciutto   One-Eyed Egyptian Sandwich   Blackberry and Beetroot Salad Greek Salad...