My Mother Getting Older
My mother getting older sheds leaves Like blessings of gold they flicker In subsiding touches of sun And turn to flutter in breath Now warm, now abysmal. Wind off the...
Read MoreMy mother getting older sheds leaves Like blessings of gold they flicker In subsiding touches of sun And turn to flutter in breath Now warm, now abysmal. Wind off the...
Read MoreMayakovsky led me naturally back to Whitman. I remember well being astonished by Whitman in high school. Here was a man in the mid 19th century who saw it all, saw...
Read MoreDigging in a Pot I imagine you bald digging in a pot with a spoon Sunlight between fingers cells fight to fatten the cloth Remains pile up books in folds of sheets and...
Read MoreSpinning in Bed  I forgot and ran beneath the branches blowing fog like a cow  styrofoam flowers and strobe light christmas houses damp paper pumpkins  forgot I...
Read MoreThis used to be called Phone Call. It was an emergency call to a nonexistent friend about my day. I wrote a bunch of poems in the early nineties about life as a single...
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