HENRY NORMAL | Poetry

  After posh dessert in a paper dish the debris of sugar scents the garden This instant is an insect Happiness the beat of a wing A lazy summer evening recedes at the pace of a picnic Creation now sweetly attractive our perception...

We are drawn to water  in all her glories - from the great open ocean, to a communal pool, to the edge of a small park lake. Perhaps this is because we are built from flood, each carried into this world submerged. A...

It's easy to forget you were there that their expression was directed towards you that you framed the shot chose the moment to capture It may say more about you than any photo you appear in This is evidence of your...

A LITTLE SLOPE OF MEADOW OUTSIDE MY WINDOW It's only mid May but the snowball tree is past its best The dragonflies have left and only the wood pigeons and a few friends insist on being noticed The magnolia is already...

I have shrunk with age and grief I am not sure I have a soul left to steal He has his mother's nose a family resemblance in outline Our weather-proof coats sort of match hooded against the torrent Deepest blue obscures into...

I wish I'd never before written a poem I wish poetry itself had never even been conceived that I could bring you a gift unseen before God and the angels like the formation of the very first star or the...