Category Archives: Poetry

Dam

So there was I, a river-skimming bark, a traveling observer on the tide, reacting to the sunlight and the dark, disdaining anchorage at either side, and thinking I could keep on drifting so, until I’d spot a something on the … Continue reading

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Hex

Every minute yesterday it seemed I had to push me up an endless hill with leaden legs, on avenues that teemed with people who looked hungry, sad or ill. The sun was golden warm and stronger bright than it had … Continue reading

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Q & A

A question needs an answer or it dies an awkward conversational demise. But all the questions hunt for are replies; if truth the object is, it’s been forgot. I’ve long ignored the evidence my eyes and ears collect in all … Continue reading

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B & W

Damp, the heavy air depresses trees and pushes on my shoulders as I stride. Each molecule seems large enough to squeeze it like a sponge, with fingers modified to make of morning fog a syrup pool, to juggle water traveling … Continue reading

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Love Letter to a Cottage

I dwell inside a draftsman’s wooded dream. A spirit-cradling cottage shelters me that hunkers in the elbow of a stream that serenades its shaded property. A year and some ago, when first I found the house and walked into its … Continue reading

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Honesty

Delicious ambiguity is mine. So the aspiring poet thought to muse and muse responded, quick and by design, that neither wit nor wisdom will excuse attempts at bright dishonesty. Look here: select your phrases carefully; compose them of the words … Continue reading

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Independence Day

Independence day has passed again. It found me in a contemplating mode, beguiled by thoughts of freedom even when my own has reached the point of overload. For freedom equals choices equals stress – the chore of choosing all the … Continue reading

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Slut

I used to make at least three poems a week, on alternating days, on foot or train. For thirteen years I gamboled on a streak of rhyme composing stressful rhythms rain or sun, in fact on weather often writ, in … Continue reading

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Witnessing

Today I saw a cyclist in a suit, and yesterday I heard three college kids discussing penis, brooking no dispute: dimension matters. Decency forbids me naming names, but just last week I caught a glimpse of him and her in … Continue reading

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Review

I recollect an evening years ago, reviewing photographs to organize a scrapbook of my family, and so last week familiar felt – I put my eyes to skimming most the verses I have stored within my home computer 20 years. … Continue reading

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