Because growing up has its quirks, the boy’s body breaks into blossoms he must manage or be sent to reform school. Becoming a man is a slope of substance. Boys find out there are circle-jerks. How embarrassing to look back and...Read More
In the balmy morning the redbirds flutter the feeder-bars brimming with sunflower seeds: the titmouse’s whistling leads me to narrow my rounds, for I want breakfast and coffee, sounds of purple martins in the lounge of memory’s...Read More
Janice, if you and I had known then what we know now Would it have made a difference? We knew nothing then, and I suspect Know nothing now. People know nothing, Mostly. But sometimes Somewhere along the way Some are enabled To...Read More
Stop yourself with the ice ax. You’re glissading, snow sliding. But you have your ax. Jump off your pony. Let him take the hurdle. Sorrow assaults you like boys who knock girls down to gravel. Drop the ball. Fall on it. Parts of...Read More
Orange leaves drift from the sassafras. The blue sleeves of my jacket gather shadows. What is released in me with Mozart’s last moaning note? Is that my heart I hear thumping spasmodically? I breathe lightly, the smallest...Read More
Your lover leaves the toilet seat up, forgets what color your eyes are, misses your calls four times out of five. He says more than ten thousand unwary Americans get tripped up each year by buckets, so he stacks the buckets up....Read More
I cannot accept what you say: That you can’t understand poetry, Don’t know how to find its hidden message, Haven’t been taught how to read the frightful stuff, You who are moved to see in October A vee of wild geese steadily...Read More
Red plastic box two inches square from China, Bought at the five-and-dime for $4.99, Your reiterative, insistent, quiet cheeping Alarms me so gently from sleep That its inventor I could wish to meet. Your soft chirp continuing,...Read More
He needs so much to put a good face on things Whether the thing wants him to or not, He should have been a make-up man in Hollywood. He seems to think each day is Hallowe’en. When we go for a walk in this neighborhood He admits...Read More
While you’re on your feet, Hubby, do me a favor, won’t you, Honey? Bring me a cup of coffee, please. Oh, and a slice of toast with cheese. Gee, thanks an awful lot. Oh, hell! Would you wipe up that spot? Thanks. Say, how long...Read More
The sea grass on the high sloping dunes of sand, sparse, irregular, over-long, a salt-gray green, bends back, backward and away from the dark, white-crested waves. The old man looks out at the day, this day, any day. The wind of...Read More
I. Tomatoes fallen. The plant bent; the stems given up on what was too much to hold. Fallen, split and let to rot. The earth stained by them– a shadow running, spilling a darkening settling, biting in. Ants, too, to pick...Read More
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