Category Archives: Cliches

Looking West Across the Marsh, Late Afternoon

The herons are preliminary Scrawls, penciled faint against the sky, Most with their bodies tilted at forty-five Degrees to the imaginary Horizon at the vanishing point, Gliding in on barely discernible arcs; Two are turning and curling their wings In … Continue reading

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Lilacs Convulsed the Sea

Hello again, it’s been a while Since we walked that lonely mile Together to an empty beach Full of silences we couldn’t breach. The moon brimmed full—all promises Of love and lingering kisses And quiet mornings with words unsaid That … Continue reading

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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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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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In Paris. The Portraits

I actually took a commission yesterday to write a poem for the birthday of a friend of a friend. It was a fun and interesting exercise. I worked mostly from a list sent to me of associations and interests of … Continue reading

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Face the Table and Bend a Little Bit (a prostate exam villanelle)

The moving finger probes up where we shit. Listen: the doctor stretches, snaps his glove. Face the table and bend a little bit. Age can make all of our asses forfeit Their health to cancer’s greed. So we’ll speak of … Continue reading

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Euclid vs. The Slow Worms

Every spring, spades turn warming soil Over and mound it up in rows. The spaced seeds germinate while The furious sun grows old. The slow worms under the garden Squirm through their loose knots and tangles, Keep the soil aerated, … Continue reading

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