Monthly Archives: November 2015

The Coyote Hunter (for P. K. Graham)

When nothing remains of November But bare trees and thin-stemmed memories And the moon’s aloft and aloof, A cool eye surveying the stars Retreating to the distance of night, And the white-throated sparrow’s song tells you The sharp-shinned hawk has … Continue reading

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untitled (poems from old notebooks, November 7, 2009)

In the garden the corn stalks twist in yellow ruin as autumn fades toward winter. It seems no time since they stood tall, green, full and heavy in the sun—but tonight the light of a full moon glazes them, opaque. … Continue reading

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I Thought About Writing a Birthday Poem (for Krista Gormley)

I thought about writing a birthday poem for you, something sublime in perfect rhyme that might have something to do, even vaguely, with the way the world is and most of us are in it. But what can pretty words … Continue reading

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Untitled (poems from old notebooks, November 22, 2009)

Because your glance latches me to the frame of night to these posts and lintels of starlight sinking into earth and cracking stone I am a door shut against the days of reason against wisdom and why and consequence because … Continue reading

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The Peanut Butter Problem in Theoretical Physics

I’ve always liked peanut butter. I’ve always liked science. One of my fondest memories is of being a child of elementary school age and getting up in the morning before anyone else in the house (which wasn’t easy with eight … Continue reading

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