Category Archives: My Poetry

Sonnet 46: It’s the same moon, but a different world.

… It’s the same moon, but a different world. When we were only little boys at night we looked at this half moon glowing as bright outshining all the stars. Now lights unfurled by passing cars shine brighter and … Continue reading →

Students & Sonnet 66: My Spanish-speaking students ask me where

28 Jul ’12

December 21, 2011 On discussing the qualities of confidence the other day, a group of my students decided that the ability to be persuaded, to change your mind was a quality of confidence, because only those with confidence in their … Continue reading →

Sonnet 139: Out of the dark the steep mountains come. At

21 Jul ’12

Out of the dark the steep mountains come. At First a line and nothing more appears on Either side for a long time then there’s light Inside a house, someone sleeping who woke. I am all alone along the Yangtze … Continue reading →

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7 Jul ’12

… My mouth is as slimy as a warm snail. Walking down the mountain navigating Sharp rocks and the loose snapping sticks lying In wait to strike at my legs on the trail All that is wet is oozing out … Continue reading →

90

5 Jul ’12

… The poet slides on her bottom stubborn As a turtle over slippery stones Sitting inching picking up the large ones That hinder her path dropping them to form An island in the current that’s rushing At us. I’m on … Continue reading →

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26 Jun ’12

… She completely sparkles, the girl talking to her father in a conversation that must be a little funny because she starts to laugh as well as talk, talking of her final destination perhaps leaving this very morning on a … Continue reading →

37

8 Jun ’12

….. I overturned the rowboat planning soon to row, looking as I turned it over for water snakes or wasps in their paper nests, but there was nothing there, it was true so I reached out to get the oars … Continue reading →

41

7 Jun ’12

… At any moment it’s going to rain making the world for miles around all wet. As the sky’s growing darker the leaves get anxious—Or is it me? No I remain calm on this comfortable rock and see it’s the … Continue reading →

42

4 Jun ’12

… In an abandoned web the baby twined with its tail held fast in the twisted strands which I gently tugged at with careful hands not wanting to break the delicate spine of one so young. When I went in … Continue reading →

34

3 Jun ’12

… I’m ready sitting on the dock looking at all the work before me. Today’s sun breaks from the tree tops and the sparrows come and start to dart disturbing the floating sky rippling on the pond where I’ve noticed … Continue reading →

50

30 May ’12

… I am singular and we are plural. I see us walking on the busy street and waiting for the bus. Each day I meet him, Walt Whitman, whose kind face I see all over the place. Or I am … Continue reading →

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28 May ’12

… I see how strong a fragile thing can be. Look! A butterfly comes fluttering over its own reflection hovering out in the middle of a pond so deep and close you’d think no insect strength could last the distance … Continue reading →