I dreamed I called you on the telephone to say: Be kinder to yourself but you were sick and would not answer The waste of my love goes on this way trying to save you from yourself I have always wondered about the left-over energy, the way water goes rushing down a hill long after […]
July 6, 2011
“Vultures” by Chinua Achebe In the greyness and drizzle of one despondent dawn unstirred by harbingers of sunbreak a vulture perching high on broken bones of a dead tree nestled close to his mate his smooth bashed-in head, a pebble on a stem rooted in a dump of gross feathers, inclined affectionately to hers. Yesterday […]
June 26, 2011
Read the poem on kaffeinkatmandu.tumblr.com A poem I wrote two years ago that was just published on kaffe in katmandu, an arts/literature blog. Were I writing this poem now I would substitute the word “climaxing” for “ejaculating” since men without prostate glands do not ejaculate. When I fully recover from my prostate surgery I hope to […]
April 3, 2011
April 03, 2011 Paul Violi 1944-2011 We are sad to report that our beloved friend Paul Violi died yesterday after months of contending with pancreatic cancer. Paul — a prince of a friend, a generous teacher, an inspiring poet — was perhaps the most consistently inventive poet of a singularly talented generation upon whom the […]
December 24, 2008
Christmas Trees by Robert Frost A Christmas Circular Letter
September 24, 2008
if it doesn’t come bursting out of you in spite of everything, don’t do it. unless it comes unasked out of your heart and your mind and your mouth and your gut, don’t do it. if you have to sit for hours staring at your computer screen or hunched over your typewriter searching for words, […]
August 13, 2008
Geophysics 1. Only your hands can change me, saturating my interstices: gem. Come and make me light, opaline before your field of olivine eyes. Sway me with your hands, with a naked sliding home, fast in the fissure. Naked before you I become your hands, your mouth, this molding, this here. 2. How many patterns […]
April 26, 2007
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January 23, 2007
Watergate burglar and CIA spook E. Howard Hunt died today. To mark the occasion here is a found poem from my book JFK: Lines of Fire in Hunt’s voice, Hunt At Langley.
March 28, 2012
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