Thank you, Peter Roget. Buried there On Threadneedle Street Under words complete, Undone and hyphened. Deciphering a garble With meticulous Devotion— A laundering and Folding, a Putting away neatly Of well-worn pronouns, Tucked in discreetly Between verbs fleeting And mating with Respectable nouns! The gowns of phrases […]Read more "MR. THESAURUS"
Here are the cawing of the crows; something other poets I like would write about. Here at the window I sit fixed like a guiding light for someone to come home by. The view from the room is like any view: looks out, takes in, spoiling the unenclosed. As I sit, the […]Read more "AFTER A GREY MOON"
The beef stay slaughtered In hosed-down houses. Mouses are caught in snap traps. Apples drop from the forgotten orchard. I sit stripping peas From their green pockets, Dropping the beads of green Into buckets. As luck would have it, The rabbits ravaged this year’s lettuce. Other than that, the garden fed us. Best […]Read more "WHAT EVER EATS MUST DIE"
Underground springs go on, Evidenced by mesquite And water pooled In the granite draw. She booted through the brass burrs Behind him, Her ropers and jeans Brushing against the prickly pear. There’s the rub, He called. Over yonder. One monarch flew above him. Traces of buck velvet Lay like tufted leaves Among […]Read more "RUB"
There where the sideoats grama grew They stepped, hand-in-hand, as the chief And his sister and the tribe had done two hundred Years before, up river, up on the bluff. A wall of rocks directed the buffalo Over the cliff, the San Saba waiting As only a river can do, while One lone heron […]Read more "GRASS"
The clouds went one way. Black birds went the other. Why must we bother to record the days when all that comes and comes undone goes forth without any aid. Calendars of other years were torched and set a-sailing. This should be the way of all yesterdays. This could be the way to the […]Read more "PATHFINDER"
The flames remained all night from fiery leaps at twelve to secretive coals at dawn. I slept off and on, like the fire. Once I tried to wake for a sip of your beer but all I could see were Your foot soles and hear the painful scratch of your pen. You Wouldn’t have […]Read more "SECOND MORNING ON MERMAID AVENUE"
Capillaries. Organelles. Multi-nucleate fibers. These are a few of our favorite things… And a few of the things we’re made of. All of us. Every single last one of us. That is, if you’re human. A miracle. That’s what it is. Aorta. Ligaments. Microvilli and villi. Lymph ducts. Scapula. Stratum germinativum. Biology. It’s the […]Read more "IT’S ALL THE SAME"
If I could trace it out full and sure— an index finger’s worth— I most assuredly would. If I could call it out in an opera of elephants, gray and wide— I certainly would. To dribble it out, to dabble about on the viola and let it hang its whites on a […]Read more "OTHERS DENY IT"
There! that sound (yes, I hear it) comes on a column of air. We are caught in the act of too much thought (I wonder what we missed in the midst of it all) That sound (clear)— maybe run through rocks honed, polished— Is an aria (magnificent) of monumental proportions. It […]Read more "SILENCE IN THE GARDEN"