Category Archives: Poetry

Into the Narrow Days

It’s September now and the rain, After the heat of the summer, has got The dead rattling above their graves. The rain and its weekend gyrations To hurricane winds left the dead swaying Under the white of a wall-eyed moon. … Continue reading

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On Earth As It Is

Your father’s deaf as ever now And he still mumbles the same old stuff About bliss and sacrifice and debt and how This dust of stars is just his dandruff. His forehead is dry and creased now Above a nose … Continue reading

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A Window is Open

I wake, and a window is open. Out on the wires two crows are invoking A moon from billions of years ago. Their voices are harsh from old hoping That wells in their throats and keeps them choking On words … Continue reading

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August Mourning Doves

1. August mourning doves Contemplate the coming dawn An ache swells my throat Listen—fields of corn grow tall Under the thin-bladed moon 2. August sleep is sparse Mourning doves murmur at dawn As I lie awake Hearing the corn ripen … Continue reading

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St. Peters

The scents of August Mussel mud and bayberry Thicken the west wind While tall spruce harrow the sky Above heavy-headed wheat

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When A Southwest Wind Stirs Magnolia Petals

So. We never did walk together in A cool May’s sweet and inky scent Whispering from white blossoms And now under Iowa soil you have Neither voice nor thought. You have no Knowledge of how spring pulls all This colour … Continue reading

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All My Dead Gather

I know all my dead gather on these spring days Under the ground, unreasoning, Their restlessness a writhe of slow-waking worms Aerating the newly-thawed earth. All my dead gather under the crocuses, Twist among the magnolia’s roots; They make the … Continue reading

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