(genesis 3:7) your soft voice covers me your low voice lets me know how your head is at wherei’ll find a way let me toke off that bowl where i’ll find away words of love i can never say & … Continue reading
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a new poem
it’s been a busy summer. mostly i have been transcribing my diaries in order to eventually novelize them. but i have found a few moments to write a few new poems. here’s one i finished a few days ago. (divided attention) you can feel the front coming. playing pool with john at the zoar valley … Continue reading
NaPoMo Day 30 (answerless questions)
(answerless questions) i’m walking down a country road, in themiddle of the road, in the middle ofa warm summer night. on my left, in theebony sky, hangs a large shiny white moon. on my right, across the dark meadow,fireflies flit here & there, everywhere.they look like fairies in a tale told totweens, all feathery & … Continue reading
NaPoMo Day 22 (making love tonight)
http://www.flickr.com (making love tonight) i thought of santa monica as youentered me i saw palm trees lining thewide boulevards crowded with luxurycars beautiful bodies on roller … Continue reading
NaPoMo Day 21 (no commas) (to dorothy parker)
odes to two of my favorite poets, mina loy & dorothy parker http://www.artic.edu (no commas) nightingale sing like the spring cardinalmina loy could tell you how – dressed in red robes long & flowing the lady those mailstopped coming when her lover died she said“i was never a poet” yet words sing –like marianne moore … Continue reading
NaPoMo Day 20 (stoned sonnet)
i’ve been away in the country for a few days & i thought i had the wordpress app on my smart phone but i couldn’t find it. so i wasn’t able to post any poems for the past few days, which was rather upsetting. so i will double-post the next few days, to make up … Continue reading
NaPoMo Day 16 (a dream of roses)
http://www.hdwallpapers.in (a dream of roses) a dream of roses. blood red. growing in tangled vines. glowing like mangled veins asi walk along the garden path. i pickone & prick my finger. blood runs down tothe palm of my hand & pools at my feet.i give the rose to you, rebecca … Continue reading
