The Wind
The shooshing of the wind late at night, in darkness after moonset, is not a civilized sound. I sit under the maple, …
Author Archives: Ronald E. Shields
Off Road Crisis
I am in Virginia, it is spring, dandelions blanket the hill, unlike home where winters gray pall still holds sway. …
A Lover’s Quarrel with the World*
It is too early to take a nap. His daily trip to town put off for now, he must …
The Web
This morning where beam meets post on the porch the barn spider has spun his concentric polygons, a trap wired …
One Winter Morning
It occurs to him the seasons left are now countable, a comprehendible number. Fifty eight winters have passed. This one …
The Miracle, poem by Charles Bukowski
Thanks to Bukowski on Wry…
Poet of the Day…Hayden Carruth
California For Adrienne Rich To come again into the place of revolutionary thought after years in the wilderness of complacency …
Three Imagist Poems
Goodbye Distracted by the search for words. Attic Relics The old street A man selling hot pretzels, peanuts from …
Note to Self:
Do not sit down to write a poem. Take on the burden of understanding. Crave reality for the halo it …
Switched at Birth
“Here I am in the reservation of my mind.” …
Poetry on the run 