Category Archives: The Wind

Ocean Sounds in the Distance

Posted on Tuesday, June 27th, 2017 4:13 pm by

You’ll find, if you sit under lilacs And watch the people pass by, The wind will bring you their murmurs As sibilant and seemingly sensical As the ocean sounds in the distance Responding to gravity’s mumbled Recitations of the numbers … Continue reading →

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Looking West Across the Marsh, Late Afternoon

Posted on Thursday, June 22nd, 2017 10:12 am by

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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In the Spring Ditches

Posted on Sunday, April 3rd, 2016 11:39 am by

And now springtime comes Casting its green illusions As the south wind gasps The pussy willows waver In damn ditches already

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While the Wind Tangles Your Hair

Posted on Monday, March 14th, 2016 3:07 pm by

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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The Face of Allah

Posted on Thursday, March 26th, 2015 11:49 am by

I could not find the face of Allah In the debris of mountain slides, In blue fragments of mosaics, In the desolation of stars fallen behind The ground-down blade of the moon. I heard rumours he spoke in many voices … Continue reading →

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In Paris. The Portraits

Posted on Tuesday, February 17th, 2015 12:18 pm by

I actually took a commission yesterday to write a poem for the birthday of a friend of a friend. It was a fun and interesting exercise. I worked mostly from a list sent to me of associations and interests of … Continue reading →

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Restless Particles (a Hallowe’en sestina variation)

Posted on Sunday, October 19th, 2014 3:42 pm by

Near the bottom of the street a crow’s nest rests high in a linden. A loose stick tap- tap-taps in the wind that oboes its moan through October evening eaves. That wind wept rain all day into the nest and … Continue reading →

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