Fire
See the world through the eyes of fire Prisoner of glass and metal, like a girl, Pouring down and up a mountain ridge. The mind yawns the early dark Shuts down the sky....
Read MoreThis a poem of George Oppen’s, a favorite of my friend Randy. I had read Oppen and not had much sympathy for him until Randy showed me this one, in The New...
Read MoreI am an empty Universe A mirror flashing in the sky Your light my love and mine And then we die
Read MoreA journal from DC called Big Cigars published this one in 1990. I have no idea when I first wrote it. Maybe 1986 or ’85. I’m right now rooting around for...
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