Category Archives: Wild roses

Syllabus

After Saturday’s poem, Nothing Subtle, someone wished for a poet at their fingertips. I say be careful what you wish for. Syllabus The poet at your fingertips was once a garter snake wrapped tail in mouth around a thigh before … Continue reading

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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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A Crow Calling at Night (poems from old notebooks, June 2011)

A crow calling at night is the sound of the thin moon honing its edges against the stars. Below, gathered on capes at the mouth of the harbour, the wild roses kneel to the wind and dark water.

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