Poetry
Summer Sun Great is the sun, and wide he goes Through empty heaven with repose; And in the blue and glowing days More thick than rain he showers his rays. Though closer still the blinds …
Summer’s last party The boy bounces a pebble off his teeth *** Summer dies humid one new note in the klaxon on the fire engine *** Maid in doorway rocked back on bare heels from …
Tea Ceremony —East Village, NYC You and I lived on this street once – we are a we still death’s not parted. Boy! the banks have moved in you can barely see the moon. “Large …
June Nights In summer, when day has fled, the plain covered with flowers Pours out far away an intoxicating scent; Eyes shut, ears half open to noises, We only half sleep in a transparent slumber. …
To Arena That day the beach crept up on us, Its shallow sideshow of seashells, We began our sunburn early, Soaked in cold beer against curly- Cues of canvas, regatta sails Drowned in the chalky …
Ordinary Magic Magical, she calls it, first flash of sun splits the eastern horizon far out over Sea of Cortez. Osprey responds to my whistles short shrill calls from her morning perch on bluff above …
She Is Fire she is fire not the containable kind clinging to a broken wick strategically centered presented by a glass jar’s aesthetics flame onset only by human hands no she is fire wild, self-starting …
To Dive We’re used to walking on our toes, tip-toeing optimistically around our dreams. It’s not a matter at hand, it’s the law of holding at stake. it’s not a complete disaster, it’s a colorful …
May Morning I lie stretched out upon the window-seat And doze, and read a page or two, and doze, And feel the air like water on me close, Great waves of sunny air that lip …
Poetry I, too, dislike it: there are things that are important beyond all this fiddle. Reading it, however, with a perfect contempt for it, one discovers in it after all, a place for the genuine. …
Recycle politicians into nameless moonfish inside their mothers, teachers into students of students, businessmen into birds saving skies flying places thought impossible. Laugh Out Loud Café (first appeared in The Raven Chronicles) is so quiet …
Great Plains Food Bank The wind is in the trees again, and I’m thinking it’s a wonder the body can move. The way the mother at the Fargo food bank fingers a can of concentrated …
March There’s a wind blowing Cold through the corridors, A ghost-wind, The flapping of defeated wings, A hell-fantasy From meadows damned To eternal April And listening, listening To the wind I hear The throat-rattle of …
Incident Once riding in old Baltimore, Heart-filled, head-filled with glee, I saw a Baltimorean Keep looking straight at me. Now I was eight and very small, And he was no whit bigger, And so I …
Unreality Through the window-pane I see your face, Its outline a little vague In the dimness of the shadow. But the whiteness of your skin Is like a clean ship’s sail, Standing out in the …
The Puzzle Is No Puzzle A card table in the library stands ready To receive the puzzle which keeps never coming. Daylight shines in or lamplight down Upon the tense oasis of green felt. Full …