22 Saturday Jul 2017
Posted in poems
A faded glare lights
this memory of a lost afternoon.
Lost by everyone in this photograph,
drawn through age,
turned by the worm.
Take the measure of America
in the thin lines,
the outline of a place,
a definition significant
for what is omitted.
Crisp bunting, new furrows,
fresh paint mark the season.
Eyes revealed by windblown brims
squint into the sun.
A gauzy focus softens
curdling gray clouds.
They call them Starlight Tours. It’s a bit of cop humor, dark with an innocent veneer that can pass muster …
Starlight Tours of Saskatoon, Saskatchewan, surreptitious nocturnal winter excursions. Snow gathers in the dead, cold iris of a luckless coyote. …
After George Oppen Oh! What comes on the wind? Air, light, splash among the rocks. The lighthouse is whitewash, schoolhouse …
Yet more fun with the LPP… The boy is a blue lily, a hardy perennial. Over time he may become …
If you haven’t seen the Heineken add you are in for a treat… https://www.fastcompany.com/40412848/heineken-just-put-out-the-antidote-to-that-pepsi-kendall-jenner-ad
This is a reboot of the long poem. As I study the form my sense of the structure required has …
This is what it looks like on the outside. I have already used it to walk down the hall Here’s …
The sun was so low it was good as gone, no tripod, no working flash – open the lens, hold …
