Category Archives: Roses

In the Company of Gulls (a sonnet on the rocks)

Today a poem. Tomorrow, a note on the process of writing it. In the Company of Gulls (a sonnet on the rocks) When you aren’t here I keep company with gulls on the shoreline cracking open mussels to eat raw … Continue reading

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Aphorephemera

Buddha’d claim fragrance defines the rose no more than the thorn—I’d rather bleed for a sniff of a rose than wade through Buddha’s bullshit

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The Cruel Lindens (a July Ghazal of Haiku)

Looking for something to write last night, I figured why not try marrying another two forms? And so I built a ghazal out of haiku. The Cruel Lindens (a July Ghazal of Haiku) Rose petals rust from salt heat you … Continue reading

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The Gulls Never Stop Crying

The Gulls Never Stop Crying Somewhere someone has always just died. But we are alive and wet with the night. I tell you summer belongs to us and these wild roses beading the moonlight into fragrant dew. Can’t we leave … Continue reading

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Roses Palinode Haiku

Roses Palinode Haiku These profuse roses— even all the yoga pants lose to them—their scent

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