Monthly Archives: April 2016

American Goldfinches

Flagrantly flocking— Though not fucking—in April Quick on bare branches They wreathe, in high-noted song, A writhe of unseen blossoms

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Rust and Dust and Things We Must Consider (a birthday poem for K. C.)

There’s rust and dust and things we must consider When age restages every page of the scripts We thought we’d mastered. Our joints have points we can’t anoint with any oil Or balm, and qualms disturb our calm intent to … Continue reading

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Take it to the Bank, Cassandra

Downtown in April From high in a ragged spruce In the bank’s back lot Like an unheeded alarm A fledgling crow’s lonely squawk

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As It Ever Was

As children and as teenagers It was brother Robert could take Everything apart. Was also The one able to put it all Back together. Or, if needed, Make something new and workable From the pieces. Head bent, molars Grinding slow, you … Continue reading

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Until I Swept

I went looking for another Poem for you. I searched everywhere: In the tang of marshes open To the sea; in the billowing Clouds spread across a winter sky; In the neck of a blue heron, Curved, questioning water. I … Continue reading

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Against Hope

I look at the apple tree in spring And see how the blossoms fade and fall. I look again in summer and see How the fruit of its early promise Now bend thin branches under their weight. And in autumn … Continue reading

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Bartender’s Views

A shock of black hair combed back, thick, a bit oily. Heavy in the shoulders and chest, widening waist. The kinda fella always looks like he’s about Two minutes away from wearing a turtleneck. But born with a deformity, guess … Continue reading

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