small stone 17 – love
i admit i love you more than the other, the one we brought home healthy from the shelter, the one never under quarantine to prevent contamination, your tired body touched only with gloves those first...
View Articlesmall stone 18 – wrong
wrong when i imagine you leaving this world i envision the axis of the earth tilting off-kilter just a bit, the seasons altering to fit into the soundless void you leave behind (for james cox) For: one...
View ArticleTrees – Poem
Trees At a lakehouse in Brownsville owned by my father’s company. It had a bow-limbed tree we climbed easily. A gravel driveway ground like bones beneath our soles. And bunkbeds where we fought for the...
View ArticleWar Paint – Poem
War Paint My sister never washed her face at night. My grandmother smoothed cold cream over hers in dutiful faith the makeup would slide off like dirt on a screendoor during rain. When I was twelve my...
View ArticleDog Years – Poem
Dog Years When I lie down and press my face against the bristle of his body, and hear his dog-heart in my ear, I think how definite death is, his animal life so much shorter than my own, so real …...
View ArticleHappy Fifth of July!
I post this poem every year. And by the way, I hate fireworks. They’re stupid and they upset my dogs, and where I live it’s legal to stand around in the cul-de-sac like a moron and shoot these idiotic...
View ArticlePoetry Break
I am tired tonight for no particular reason. Got up early to go in and do some work, so maybe that’s why I’m dragging (and by early I mean 7:30. It is summer after all). So allow me to post … Continue...
View Article8/3/2013: Revised poem
I didn’t have much to say today, so thank God I have about 400 poems stashed on my hard drive to fill in when current words fail me. Many of them I’ve already posted here, but in looking for something...
View ArticlePoetry break.
I feel like yesterday’s post was so lame, that I need to write something tonight to move it off the main page, so to speak – but, I am preoccupied by things I’d rather not write about, because they’re...
View ArticleOld poems are the bomb
I’ve got nothing much new to say, so I’ll share an old poem instead. This is one of several atomic bomb poems I wrote many years ago after my father-in-law told me stories about them (he did three...
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