“A book of honest, authentic poems . . . vivid accounts of one man’s sojourn on the planet.”
Clemens Starck, author of “Journeyman’s Wages” and “China Basin”
“Tim Applegate’s poetry – clear, generous, insightful – is a treble bell, poem after poem rings true.”
Melanie Green, author of “Determining Sky” and “Continuing Bridge”
“Applegate’s wanderings of mind and geography lead us on a path that circles the globe . . . ‘Blueprints’ follows a wide trail, rich in musings.”
Gary Lark, author of “Getting By” and “Without A Map”
A feral cat, pale as smoke, paws at a fishbone
wedged into the rocks at the edge of the harbor
where the fishermen clean their daily catch.
At his window, Hashim watches the cat
slink away and disappear in the shadows
of the ramparts. Then he closes the curtain
and turns back to his bowl of tagine, cup
of mint tea, book of ancient verse.
Tomorrow, they say, the wind will rise like wrath
and build towering walls of water,
but Hashim is unafraid because he knows
that everything was written long ago.
Written in the sand, carved in stone, slashed
into the bark of the argan trees.
He falls asleep whispering the familiar verses.
In his dream a blue boat
breaks loose from its mooring and floats
out to sea, the fog’s only color.