Time's Passed by Gideon Burton It isn't all the constancy of change, nor that the past recedes with giant strides. It isn't tim...

Temper Me in Time by Gideon Burton How evenly the flowing water, cold and clear across the rounded granite stones, obeys that downward ...

Insomnia by Gideon Burton The bait of sleep, the worm and hook of rest, and so I dive and deeper dreaming dive to pressured blackness, ...

Wind by Gideon Burton With soft inflections caught upon my skin between the twilight crickets' chirping thrum, the summer tells me...

Korma Karma by Gideon Burton The spices sleep in dryness first, hold back their sweet and heat, restrained in piquant peace. But cumin ...

Layers by Gideon Burton Unlike the coats of paint that thinly stack their history (the door was brown, then red...), the layers I'v...

Mucus by Gideon O. Burton Lugubrious and patient as he slimes his dark and viscous weight within my head. He tugs his b...

After Poetry by Gideon Burton Of what remains, initially the shells of words, so many husks of verbs and nouns, there ought to be some...

Forgetting Israel by Gideon Burton From out of Egypt with a mighty hand were they delivered, Israelites of old; with miracles and wonde...

Morning's Reason by Gideon Burton I am about to reason through the strands of cooling color robing warm the sky, and I will questio...