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…..
April Sonnets (cont’d.)
12. A plaintive cry, a bit of blond rope hung from a tower window a passing prince broke its low door found a panel flung it…
What Have You Heard?
What have you heard? Rhododendron’s thin lipped buds have burst permitting small white tongues to thrust out, startle us like pumpkins emerging from pea pods. January…
Among The Filthy, Filthy Too
via Among The Filthy, Filthy Too A poet of human monuments, a worthy life…..
Uwe Johnson’s Anniversaries
This huge novel (1719 pages) is my fiction reading for the current year. Written in German in the 1970’s and 80’s, published in German in 4…
On Rene Girard
If you don’t know this remarkable French thinker, or if you do but only a little, here is a review of a new bio on him.
