Monthly Archives: October 2013

The Red Tambourines of Deep October

Last night at work I saw a friend leaving with her red tambourine under her arm and said, “The woman with the red tambourine. Thought for a second, and added, “That should be a song—there’s the title, you should write … Continue reading

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The Bloom is not the Flower (Trailside Cafe Video #2)

The Bloom is not the Flower This one’s short, just over a minute. Probably should’ve posted it first, as it ended my first set while yesterday’s poem ended my second set. The text appears in Letters I Didn’t Write. Also, … Continue reading

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The Devil’s Bride (video from Trailside Cafe show)

The Devil’s Bride Over the next few days, I’ll be posting a couple more videos from a show I did with Catherine MacLellan and Chris Gauthier at Pat and Meghann Deighan’s Trailside Cafe in Mount Stewart, PE, on this past … Continue reading

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Watching Crows in Winter (poems from old notebooks, January 2011)

1 I watch the crows, and I wait, as they examine me from their pews of overhead wires and January’s bare branches, each restless, attentive head turning one dark eye and then the other on me. Beak after beak opens … Continue reading

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The Late October Moon Weaves

More than half-cut now the late October moon weaves between clouds all night stumbling and falling but still holding the last of its shine

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Let’s Forget the Sea

Let’s forget the sea and all its salt that gathers on, sharpens our tongues, forget how it swells, urgent in the night, a wet, rhythmic push of water on rocks, forget the sea at its evening low ebb withdrawn beyond … Continue reading

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Turn My Head (poems from old notebooks, August 2004)

The house is empty. I am not standing, Forehead touching your forehead. Your hands Are not gently gripping my shirt, tugging. The sun is out, but you are not here to walk with. Today I will smoke too many cigarettes … Continue reading

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