'…a major destabilizing influence'
I’m hunkered down under a metal garbage can lid Waiting for my arrow to return to the ground with a thunk The arrow I had just shot straight into the sky With as much force as my little boy muscles could muster And with all my imagination did I picture It climbing climbing …
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I have been reading “Voices in the Ocean” where Susan Casey starts out with a story of how a chance encounter with Spinner dolphins (in Hawaii) changed her life for the better when she was deeply depressed and grieving the recent death of her father. She also painstakingly traces the history of commercial exploitation and …
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I have a friend who had a big dream recently that was full of apocalyptic symbolism. In her dream there were catamounts prowling the city streets. It was very ominous because nobody could be sure where they were going to appear next. They would manifest on a crosswalk and vanish just as they do …
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Shoot before you get shot Fly the coop and don’t be late Make a beeline for the finish line Duck the clothesline Speed up at the stop sign First the city went to the dogs And then it went to the cats Great cats prowling the streets Crossed at the crosswalks Merged with shadows on …
1 I’m tired of periods and Words that end sentences I’m tired of waking up to Days that end in oblivion I’m tired of writing sentences This sentence is out of order I am at a mountain lodge I am the timekeeper The workshop gets started The conference room is filling up with students Papers …
I We pass an estate sale And pull over. In the shade of a few maples 3, 4 and 5-dollar tables The books are 50 cents Spread out on a blanket. We don’t need anything: (We just don’t want to go home yet.) No furniture, vases, bookends Ornate hairpins Trivets, mirrors Lamps, mugs or plates. …
The back of Monhegan rises Over a hundred feet above the sea Like a bit of wild Ireland I am partway down A series of climbable ledges Picking up shards of glass Green and amber and clear splinters Of what’s left of beer bottles That were lobbed from the top of the cliff After the …
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That’s a lie The first sip isn’t sweet But with the first sip Everything else just Smacks of sweet I’m just saying My first sip says Life is sweet The second sip says That was then Third sip Toughen up mister The last sip is Strong bitter cool And I get to thinking I remember …
Covid-19, you have done a number on me as a poet! For that I am cautiously grateful. I don’t think I can ever get back to My old pre-Covid relationship to poetry Even if I wanted to, Which I’m not sure I do. The pandemic hasn’t made me a better poet, However that might be …
Now all I seem to be able to do is write strange Poems Even eating is like Isn’t there a better way to get nourishment Even sleeping It’s like hauling my ass dream to dream It’s like Where is this? Who are you? Knock knock Who’s there? It’s nobody again The door is a hole …