Category Archives: Poems from old notebooks

Charlie the Boxer Returns to Town (poems from old notebooks; April 23, 1990)

This road from the jail
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There is a moment in the evening by the sea (poems from old notebooks, April 2008)

There is a moment in the evening by the sea before all light has left, after the last red arc of sun has sunk, when only treetops float in stark relief against shards of sky like glass broken from old … Continue reading

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The Glasses and the Plates and the Silverware (poems from old notebooks [August? 1992])

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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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Lists of Words We Have (poems from old notebooks, September 2008)

There are lists of words we have, implacable, stained at their edges with the dust of silk roads to the distant yellows of forgotten linen, the pale, dry stamens of saffron, or the patinas of old ivory cue balls, but … Continue reading

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A Crisping of Leaves (after before Nightfall) (poems from old notebooks, Shaken by Physics)

A Crisping of Leaves (after Before Nightfall) August. You awake with Death in your throat Laughing; his nicotine yellow beard shedding, Filling, like asbestos, the spaces Between everything. You awake with Death In your throat laughing and you say Fuck … Continue reading

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Mary Constance Cavanaugh (Just Like Doing Time) (poems from old notebooks, 2004? 2005?)

Another of my very occasional attempts to write a song.  A couple of different people have tried setting this one to music. Mary Constance Cavanaugh (Just Like Doing Time) Mary lives in King’s County Where you work with your hands … Continue reading

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