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Category Archives: Poetry

  • The oyster Fetid open mouthed languid the great sea has died.   I’m a giant tongue, a carp convulsing but seeing it all, my flounder eyes [...]

    The Oyster

    May 16, 2012
  • A deep moon A little night air-   There is a ladder painted with feathers stolen from the bunting whose stem climbs the oak like creepers. [...]

    A deep moon

    May 16, 2012
  • Crow’s Theology  Crow realized God loved him- Otherwise, he would have dropped dead. So that was proved. Crow reclined, marvelling, on his [...]

    “Crow’s Theology” (Ted Hughes)

    May 15, 2012
  • You might call this an exercise in phenomenology or an inspired student tries to join Monty Python: The Cycle of Not-I Not I, said the hands Who [...]

    “The Cycle of Not-I”

    May 13, 2012
  • A question Why don’t you ask this of my sister, who swam like a flounder stirring the sand beneath the inlet bridge:   In the watery mast [...]

    A question

    May 12, 2012
  • This traveler A man and two lands.   Drawn to latitudes he might never see he dreams in sterling water.   A narwhal’s tooth is the [...]

    This traveler

    May 11, 2012
  • Recently I watched Terrence Malick’s “The Tree of Life” and I’ve been able to think of little else. The film is stunning [...]

    “The Tree of Life”

    May 9, 2012
  • The Garden of Now There is a place near to here   dreams told me to call a shaft garden.   It is laid out in knives like a lighting [...]

    The Garden of Now

    May 8, 2012
  • Thoughts in a wood Green woods the mind makes blue.   It once was my ambition to dip the land into the water and make it come up blue. [...]

    Thoughts in a wood

    May 7, 2012
  • Years ago a man I met at a sun dance gave me his copy of Rainer Maria Rilke’s Letters To A Young Poet. It was an act of generosity I have [...]

    “Letters to a Young Poet”

    May 7, 2012

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