… I saw the bluebird first, its beating soft red breast. Young water snake, I looked for it next settled near the dock but it hadn’t risen yet or already’d slithered off. The pond’s cold. I won’t dive in. It … Continue reading
Category Archives: My Poetry
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… 25 My cat and I play chasing each other. He jumps while I write and then stretches out full length in back of the warm computer to claw my hand when it comes in sight. Ouch! Ow! I say … Continue reading
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… Had I left sooner or later it would all have been different, but I didn’t and got into two arguments, one in a store and one on the sidewalk about the neighborhood with two freeloaders who do nothing, yet … Continue reading
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… The quiet aftermath of disaster dangling in the sunlight in a tall tree only decay to ever come after falling apart vanishing in the breeze where every now and then someone looks up to wonder what it was that … Continue reading
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… The butterflies of spring are small and dark not colorful and bright like butterflies of summer hovering from flower to flower in beauty’s camouflage. Two butterflies on the asphalt road laid with silver stone though small stand out. Because … Continue reading
I write the word: I am behind it
… I write the word: I am behind itYou read the word: you are before it We make a oneness, a reflectiontwo separate moments come together But the word is still between us Some day there’ll be no wordsSome day … Continue reading
from Fucking in Barney, Number 4, 1984
… … … If it weren’t for Stephen Spera, I doubt I’d have gotten into Barney. I was very lax, and still am, about getting myself into things. Stephen, on the other hand, was always looking for and aware of … Continue reading
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… … Love comes when least expected and love comes like the rain blowing naked over us making us all wet. Love never makes a fuss. As I grow old, love stays forever young returning like the sun or moon, … Continue reading
from Poet Laundromat: An Invocation to the Thunder
… Shake butter from the cream Get hard and freeze to crack a wall though you happen very slow until you do like earthquakes come and then it’s Now Crack white light slivers from a cloud Spread mold upon the … Continue reading
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… The one-headed doe drinking becomes two heads reflected in the pond. Now the third one jumps and dashes, splashes with its hooves this youngest one especially happy enjoying itself. More than anything I love when unexpected creatures come unaware … Continue reading
Fucking
… … for John and Ruth A bedroom. North Philadelphia. 1972 Ouvrez-moi cette porte où je frappe en pleurant. —Apollinaire Open this door where I knock weeping. … I I will come to you with a candle burning light a … Continue reading
Sonnets 61 – 120
… … 61 Things are often more beautiful at a distance, but not you. The closer the more inevitable you become. Before I thought beauty was what I saw, that the superficial awed, but I was wrong. Your skin is … Continue reading