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Where’s the Frozen River?
I sit beneath a painting of Kerouac in thick shades of gray and try to digest the fact that I am older than he will ever be. I should be so privileged to pass Emily and Virginia. I’ll prefer mine … Continue reading
Filed under Morning Poems
A Lock of Mary Shelley’s Hair
Virginia’s walking stick washed up on the bank. It looks like someone stole the ceremonial bronze key from its case. Things are not lookalikes unless we want them to be. I wouldn’t know what to do with a Goliath mouth … Continue reading
Filed under Afternoon Poems
Talking to Emily and Virginia
I am mute to the rain that falls for three minutes and the sunlight following in the wind. Mute to the women with children and those children smiling from strollers back at me. I am mute to unemployed flowers growing … Continue reading
Filed under Civil Twilight or Dawn Poems
EGO (Day 2,272)
“How describe the world seen without a self?” —Virginia Woolf, The Waves Enter this garden of obsession. Edge growth out to fill beds with worry stones. Ease your way from grimaces to oval reflection pools. Exit through this iron gate … Continue reading
Filed under Day Poems
Single Cinquain
They come through the small tear in the screen to taunt me for making fun of their laughter— those moths.
Filed under Night Poems
