Jeff Guess

Sunlight on the Garden The sunlight on the garden Hardens and grows cold, We cannot cage the minute Within its nets of gold; When all is...

MacArthur Park Spring was never waiting for us, girl It ran one step ahead As we followed in the dance Between the parted pages and were...

Max Harris was without qualification the most important supporter of my early poetry and we shared a correspondence where he encouraged...

There Are Too Many Saviours on My Cross There are too many saviours on my cross, lending their blood to flood out my ballot box with...

My Busconductor My busconductor tells me he only has one kidney and that may soon go on strike through overwork. Each bus ticket takes on...

Psalm 139 1 O lord, thou hast searched me, and known me. 2 Thou knowest my downsitting and mine uprising, thou understandest my thought...

Country Christmas Morning Three trees on the broken hill's face bare now for brown and rock the road that winds out in ungraded heat from...

JGuess ‘22 Mary's Plea I have no shadow of a doubt he is my son but now I make no further claims for him before when he swam and kicked...

for my son David Christmas Morning This is a quiet morning so quiet it needs careful listening to between the dark and light a shuffle in...

Tiny Wings An argument of sparrows in the roof roosting beneath the thin brief shelter from freezing stars, adds to an orchestra's hum of...