Monthly Archives: November 2017

Brightest At Night (a country song for Mike Leon)

I don’t know about you But I’m a country star at heart In the smoky spaces of my brain The old standards are always About to start Each morning I shake off Sequins—they fall like dust from my dreams— And … Continue reading

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The Movement of Hands

The moon is where now? I have forgotten to look. Time has tied itself To the movement of your hands On a keyboard in the night.

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A Cold Wind

I know of others said to be better poets, Who claim to speak clearly and truly of everything; Whose eyes, they say, fall on mountains or rivers And see always the shape of the lips that urge them To freedom, … Continue reading

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