Monthly Archives: March 2013

Already The Stars

Already The Stars Already the stars have sliced away a quarter of the late-rising moon; April starts at midnight— another month without you.

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The Yellow-Tinged Moon

The Yellow-Tinged Moon The yellow-tinged moon ignores me tonight, looks down at her own silent face in dark water—and I’ve nothing to say to her either.

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When Young, Drenched In Laughter (a double tanka)

When Young, Drenched In Laughter (a double tanka)* We both know the night and how its eversharp stars hide back of the moon— when young, drenched in laughter and sweat, we blunted them nightly; but now, like sailors cold between … Continue reading

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The Last Long Low Notes (Vivaldi’s Spring on Accordions)

Vivaldi’s Spring on Accordions The Last Long Low Notes At the end of this stretched-out accordion March squeezing the last long low notes from winter, I wait for the sparrows to polka.

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Good Night, Carlo (poems from old notebooks, November 2003)

Carlo Spinazzola – Slow Burner Hearing yesterday evening of the too-damn early death of Jay Smith, whom I barely knew but had seen play with his band Rock Ranger, took me right back to the side-swiped feeling I had after … Continue reading

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Only The Sky Full Of Stars

The full moon up there— when it leaves we all notice the sky full of stars. But when you are gone I see only your face in the night.

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In the Night Press

I see the black looks crows give March skies, how they glance askance at grey clouds. They’re cold too—but spend their nights pressing against warm bodies.

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