Category Archives: New poems

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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Looking for Lilacs

June 5—butter stays Hard on the table— I’d go looking for lilacs— If I could find my long johns

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In Such Hollow Stems

Someone must sit for months, Dandelions, Every year In some greenhouse, Never sleeping, Spending the nights keeping All the glass gleaming— Polishing it With ragged leaves gathered in autumn And endless gallons of starshine And moonlight That pour anew Nightly … Continue reading

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This Way and That

I’m not here to tell you just how the days must flow. They will flow as they will, as water down any grade; Not because it seeks a slope but because one is there. And the stream is dark in … Continue reading

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May, Clumsy as Always

May fumbled slowly Through another night last night Against dark, cold earth The first magnolia opened I know I heard silk tearing

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The Writing on the Wall

Looking for a virgin, Who you gonna call? What god’s got the virginest Virgins of all? You can find his number On the bathroom wall— The pimpest pimp in Pimptown— For a good time, call Allah.  

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