Category Archives: Poems

I lost a poem last night. I thought of it in bed and wrote it in my head. But sleeping curled in spoons around my loving lady is not the way to recall unwritten poetry. So, by morning, the poem … Continue reading →

When you go, there will be crying by those who hear of it. But you, already winged will whisper in each mourners ear, “Why are you standing there in tears? Go on and do what you are meant to! I … Continue reading →

Driving, the Shawangunks ahead, the Hudson behind. A quiet summer morning drive on a tar paved road, black and cracked, edged by Her paint brush strokes, a long stretch of chicory, buttercup, lupine and Queen Annes lace keeps me on … Continue reading →

The ox fell into the well. What it was doing dancing on the stone walls of the oasis is no concern to me. That he might not have is no concern to me. But the possibility is essential because it … Continue reading →

Sometimes it’s chiseling chips and dust and sand from stone with the point of your pen for ink and nailing her onto the page so she won’t blow off and sometimes it’s lying on the silk cover of a soft … Continue reading →

Really, I do not want to live in what my grand daughter, Juliette, calls, “… a white bread world.” I would love for Jose’, our gardener, who so skillfully trims our hedges and cleans our gutters in the spring, such … Continue reading →

What do the friends of little Freddie the flounder wonder when they see him feeding in the sand, then, for no apparent reason, pop from his camouflaged spot to begin a spastic assent to somewhere, flashing his white belly and … Continue reading →

Somewhere, an empty, corked bottle, perhaps chablis, caught on chaotic seas, tacking for port but tossed by billows, blown off course by gusts, never to berth on, somewhere, solid sand. But deep beneath oceans, where leviathans feed and there be … Continue reading →

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I, waking beside my wife, pray to a sentient, benevolent, Idea who became Flesh, dwelling among us to create an intense intimacy between creatures and Creator, as she spoons incarnated love to feed my hungry soul, and a shaded morning … Continue reading →