Poetry
Third week of the plague pile-driver bangs tempo for the brave builders Third week of the plague the crows — hungry, perhaps...? voice discontent Third week of the plague, but dog shit on the sidewalk …
The State What constitutes a State? Not high-raised battlement, or labored mound, Thick wall or moated gate; Not cities fair, with spires and turrets crown’d; No: —Men, high-minded men, With powers as far above dull …
August When my eyes are weeds, And my lips are petals, spinning Down the wind that has beginning Where the crumpled beeches start In a fringe of salty reeds; When my arms are elder-bushes, And …
Here Follows Some Verses Upon The Burning Of Our House In silent night when rest I took For sorrow near I did not look I waked was with thund’ring noise And piteous shrieks of dreadful …
– Williamsport, PA: Little League World Series 2020 The boy, the girl, the bat, abandoned not just like that, but left no less with less in his own country, her own county, the state of …
Reconnaissance The sun’s rays against this pile of oak awaken A world. We’ve fenced it off with chicken wire To deter them, our local thieves, who take in Every detail. We never see but hear …
Sea Foam Scientists rarely discuss the properties of water in the state of foam. How the sea’s body is provoked to urgency, and when her turbulent limbs rush to be caught in an entanglement with …
Defence Of Fort McHenry O! say can you see, by the dawn’s early light, What so proudly we hail’d at the twilight’s last gleaming, Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight, O’er …
In Memoriam: Paul Zimmer I. The Visit For Paul and Suzanne Zimmer and Cele Wolf With sunlight pouring through the windows, March Retreats and winter’s windy shadows shake The shadows’ fruit from changing light. The …
The Great Bird of Love I want to become a great night bird Called The Zimmer, grow intricate gears And tendons, brace my wings on updrafts, Roll them down with a motion That lifts me …
Selecting a Reader First, I would have her be beautiful, and walking carefully up on my poetry at the loneliest moment of an afternoon, her hair still damp at the neck from washing it. She …
June 6 No two are identical though they begin from the same point in time the same point in the dream when the radio shuts itself off in the middle of “Just in Time” (Sinatra …
Pentecost Better a jungle in the head than rootless concrete. Better to stand bewildered by the fireflies’ crooked street; winter lamps do not show where the sidewalk is lost, nor can these tongues of snow …
Baroque Music I’m going through a Baroque music phase: Telemann, Handel are my latest craze, Along with Arne, Rameau, Rebel, Corelli, And though those centuries were rather smelly, The music glinted hard and bright, delightful …
The Street Here is a long and silent street. I walk in blackness and I stumble and fall and rise, and I walk blind, my feet trampling the silent stones and the dry leaves. Someone …
May 24, 1980 I have braved, for want of wild beasts, steel cages, carved my term and nickname on bunks and rafters, lived by the sea, flashed aces in an oasis, dined with the-devil-knows-whom, in …