Jeff Guess - Replacing Fuses in the House of Cards

Selected Poems:

Thought she was going with him

that first time, south into sea and storms

but after 13 years only got him back to die

her eyes already blind from weeping

pressing his cold fingers to the first

copy of his 'Voyages' - too late

he'd already gone - without her again

uncharted this time, and on a ghost ship

beyond landfall from whose silence

no letters ever get back

threading a needle in freezing winter light

rain bumping on the glass

setting her own sad course into the vast

and lonely ocean of another afternoon.

Old smooth

sun stealer-

caught fresh

and red faced.

remorseless

ravisher

of pot

bowl

and plate.

Seducer of lips

and tongue

for round

and sensuous

ripeness.

Speaks Italian,

sings tenor,

and makes love

with the light on.

Book no.1

Poem No.2

Poem No.1