liberty, tenedor, sandalwood
Before Saying Any of the Great Words We already know: first we must agree on which they are; but let us acknowledge that they exist: they resound in all their weight and gravity down Nevsky... More »
Before Saying Any of the Great Words We already know: first we must agree on which they are; but let us acknowledge that they exist: they resound in all their weight and gravity down Nevsky... More »
Sky ghosts speak to your deep red mornings remember the velvet work of present voice lks 3/19.09 ( This is another from the haiku magnetic poetry kit I got recently.)
On impulse I picked up Judson Mitcham's now out of print first volume of poetry, Somewhere in Ecclesiastes, this evening and turned to this poem. He is from my hometown and I've loved his poetry... More »
Arriving Again and Again Without Noticing I remember all the different kinds of years. Angry, or brokenhearted, or afraid. I remember feeling like that walking up the mountain along the dirt path to my broken... More »
Summer Again I step out into the snow, my eyes shut, But the light knows how to pass My porous lids and I can tell That in my words it's again the snow That swirls... More »
Most days, when stilled or slowed by Waiting, when progress pauses And my engine idles at red lights Or I stand in line, My mind collects and condenses a restless storied catalogue Of histories, inventories,... More »
How do we forget? what are the ways we lose track of flavor, of words spoken, of song, of color and texture? Of the scents of our childhood, despite their persistence and the supplication of... More »
This is the first thing I've written in awhile that wasn't pretty much sheer prose with poetic underpinnings. I had the idea for it last time I was over in Monroe, where I grew up.... More »