Monthly Archives: April 2015

On Fixing Sentences

Editors I’ve known have no respect for poetry guided as they are by rules of style addicted like accountants to their abici when it comes to any punctuation wanting rough for my ruff while playing tough For reason’s sake they … Continue reading

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Limits of Time

The old letters I learned as a child arduously copying out by hand the Psalms of David at a heavy old reclaimed ship’s table my father found at the scrap yard My mother’s hand atop mine shaping my every letter … Continue reading

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Vacancy

The bird’s nest so perfectly woven knit tight into the elbow of the ancient tree lies crestfallen on the mowed lawn slightly atilt yet intact as if it bore a sign House for Sale! So simply designed and owner-constructed of … Continue reading

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There Are Things

There are things and the images of things The longer we live the more the image of a thing is its reality Old men don’t trust realities Like children they believe the Phoenix’ rise With a failing eye an old … Continue reading

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The Gift of Ruts

It’s the nature of a thing to repeat itself See how the bird beats her wing in such a metronomic routine she carves a way into the air Or how the salmon waves his fin in such apparent aimlessness yet … Continue reading

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Spring Library

The fruit on the cherry tree so recently set that ribbons of blossoms still trail delicately from their bellies is singing That beauty can survive beauty is a terrible mystery That the eye of a man is able to witness … Continue reading

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Gone Fishing!

Gone Fishing!

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We’re Getting Old

We’re getting old    the earth and I Our skins cracking    at all their joints Our eyes watering    at all the sadness Our bowels running    with indigestion Where prairie grasses    once rolled in waves The scalp … Continue reading

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Spring Day

Spring day Willful woman Stepping from ecstasy To rage then back again With no hint of apology Her fierce ray of sunshine Slashing the dark cloud With her laser`like wit Wringing sheer joy From the tears Of winter She greets … Continue reading

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In the Joint

We all see the world through inmate eyes while we’re doing time for our innocent crimes It is just that our bars aren’t made of steel in cellblocks locked Ours is solitary time ordered by a warden whom we’ve never met … Continue reading

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Suffering

There is little free`board in the boat we sail through the night Reaching over the gunnel we touch the cold a cold so dark it reflects not a single star’s light a dark so cold it turns the touching fingers … Continue reading

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The Barn

The mind is a barn a drafty storehouse for life’s accumulations The broken furniture of lost relationships The gritty window panes in their chipped frames An old stained sink The moldy steamer trunk stuffed with envelopes bearing faded postmarks Sentimental … Continue reading

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