Monthly Archives: September 2013

Sometimes, Eating Sushi

Sometimes eating sushi the soy sauce splashes, foams, and is these warm, shallow South Shore waters stirred dark and fertile by wind, waves, rhythmic tides— I become the ungainly blue heron wading at the sea’s edge in the fading evening … Continue reading

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Cradle Moon, Rocking

Cradle moon—tilted in the cooling autumn sky by the push and pull of planets and distant stars— rocking us to final sleep

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Singing in the Rain Looking at the World Through a Windshield

Gene Kelly – Singing in the Rain Singing in the Rain Looking at the World Through a Windshield The new highway in the rain—unpainted asphalt black as the long nights between galaxies the stars’ slow dying light seeps through We’re … Continue reading

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Watching the Curtains in the Morning

Thin gauze curtains move in the window. Mist on the harbour stirred by a heron’s wings. The wind in the night splashed the sea on the rocks. The taste of salt on your spine. Purple asters dot the end of … Continue reading

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Letter to my Son (poems from old notebooks, August 24, 1999)

Because my blood is loud with words— Loud as the thunder of buffalo herds— I’ve built this poem for you From bits of sunlight and cups of dew, From pine needles and twigs of wishes And mossbanked brooks thick with … Continue reading

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Before the Moon Rose

In the late September light crows were bold, crisp outlines sketched on power lines, above roofs. Afternoon flocks of gulls formed and reformed over the harbour; fraying white knots of hunger. Before the moon rose I moved pale and weightless … Continue reading

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Today a Ruckus

Today the raucous crows roil the sky in constant autumn chase of one another— they wheel and soar, fold wings to fall together—as I fall towards your lips, tongue; a ruckus inside

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