The Buffet Dinner Blues
Curtis is in the jailhouse drinking from an old tin cup. Dehlia’s in the graveyard she may never get up. …
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After Reading Hart Crane’s Chaplinesque
In memory of a kitten and a dark mark on my soul… We come to this life full of doubt. …
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays
Listening
Maybe it’s the season but today feels like something simmering, barely off the boil. Here in NY it is gray, …
Miracle Flight
Maybe it is nothing, just geese heading South. How did it come to be this seasonal ritual? Why the first …
Native Land
I am walking the edge of the prairie, bare mournful ground. The deep roots are gone. Houses, barns, wagons, hay …
Happy Birthday
Fractured before we are born, shattered maybe crazed at the end. In between all is light and luminaria. Except in …
Greg Brown…
The Swallows Know
The dirt under her nails isn’t chic. She comes by her brick-red lips the hard way, which is fine if …
A Sermon Regarding Hunger
I typed ‘images’ into Google Search… …returning to the subject of the starving child video. I am still an overweight overindulged …
Poetry on the run 