Category Archives: The Brain

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

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West Point, Once Upon a Time

An old brown dog of no particular breed Lay in the shade with his tongue hanging out. In a sprawl of poplar behind the barn A cat’s ears flattened, scolded by swallows. Late July, and the western capes crumbled In … Continue reading

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When the Magnolia Stands in the Wind

When the sun comes up in the morning On some ragged green day in May The magnolia will open its blossoms, Plant its fragrance square in your way. You’ll stand there with your bare face hung out As you realize … Continue reading

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While the Wind Tangles Your Hair

I want to sit with you in the shade While the wind tangles your hair Listening to you talk of things that exist Listening to you talk about the spectrum The spectrum on which things are portrayed The arbitrary nature … Continue reading

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