Don Yorty

Fucking V: I’ve smoked a thousand cigarettes and watched you sleep

Fucking, poetry, Don Yorty, Janis Joplin, John Keats, Life Cafe

… Fucking for Janis V I’ve smoked a thousand cigarettes and watched you sleep. Your Raphael angel curls Your bee stung lips Dare I touch you where the sun hasn’t? Dare I say wake? There is the smell of pepper … Continue reading →

In my words, January 7 – 13

13 Jan ’13

This morning things return to normal; break is over: time to teach. It’s early now; well not so early, a little after seven. I just woke Akram up with a cup of coffee, black with sugar, which he’s drinking leaning … Continue reading →

In my words, January 1 – 6

6 Jan ’13

Over the holidays, a friend was using a new paring knife while making dinner and cut three of her fingers and a thumb. Merry Christmas. Once, when I was a cook, I almost sliced off the top of my left … Continue reading →

5 Poems by Robert Frost

15 Dec ’12

Here is a PDF with all five poems by Robert Frost included in this post: 5 Poems by Robert Frost The Tuft of Flowers Acquainted with the Night The Road Not Taken Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening Dust … Continue reading →

A Short Walk From My Door

8 Dec ’12

What follows are a dozen short films, most around a minute or two, the record of a year, November 2011 to November 2012, travelogues I made during walks in the neighborhood and further out into the city. Sometimes I saw … Continue reading →

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6 Dec ’12

… Like the dried up dead wasp with its venom gone rolled up on the windowsill like a ball of dust my mother slumbers with her head bent near a bowl of fruit Pat Maples sent listening to Ella Fitzgerald … Continue reading →

Sonnet 111: Almost December, Thanksgiving over

5 Dec ’12

111 111 Almost December, Thanksgiving over outside is frozen once again. The warm TV is on and logs burn in the stove as I’m eating Aunt Fern’s dried tomatoes desiccated skins like mummies from the pyramids. Yum Yum Yum all … Continue reading →

Fucking IV: I go into the forest

2 Dec ’12

… I go into the forest alone and hidden in the ever-breathing to dig an indenture with my fingers and undressing kneeling down pierce the dead leaves to move among the earthworms balled in the mouths of corpses out of … Continue reading →

Le Chat par Charles Baudelaire

27 Nov ’12

… Le Chat Viens, mon beau chat, sur mon coeur amoureux; Retiens les griffes de ta patte, Et laisse-moi plonger dans tes beaux yeux, Mêlés de métal et d’agate. Lorsque mes doigts caressent à loisir Ta tête et ton dos … Continue reading →

Robert Frost reads Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

25 Nov ’12

Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop … Continue reading →

Fucking II, part I: My phallus in a shaft of morning sunlight

19 Nov ’12

… My phallus in a shaft of morning sunlight. Shall we examine it and its environment? Dust is also in this shaft of sunlight in, out of it, on things as equally as the light on the mattress and my … Continue reading →

Sweet Mary

18 Nov ’12

….. I lived at home as a young man full of fears that paralyze I was a believer in truth and the truth was a lie then I slept with Sweet Mary and she made me realize there are more … Continue reading →