Thirteen Reasons and an Aside
Where a pond once was is dried mud and tall yellow-green grass memories of ducks swimming idly. Before we had ancestors we were self-made; now we…
Blue Popcorn
Sometimes it is only a voice, at others a clear tap on the shoulder or back of the hand now and then he will land on…
Five Flags
muted flashes of color and light nearby and a low fluttering sound arouses only mild curiosity five imaginary flagpoles have appeared on my desk each with…
a shape-shift universe
“Arkani-Hamed now sees the ultimate goal of physics as figuring out the mathematical question from which all the answers flow. “The ascension to the tenth level…
Cold Morning
(I never do this, but for once: these April Sonnets are meant to be read together, but since only a few are here, this group is…
Snow-melt
21. Snow-melt is sad and slow, a brief return as water’s season-turning bares the weight of misplaced expectations like a urn my truck ran over winter-blind…
Two Sonnets
16. A February snow spreads fences streets fields houses April held bare but for light with blank-eyed frozen whiteness softly bleak and flavorless as Zen ice-cream…
A book review
of David Biespiel’s new book, Republic Cafe..….
Tall Ships
15. Tall ships have uses even seen as films or memories sailing out…
a fine poem by Patricia Smith
see here, about poetry being heard…..
The Dog Star 