Tag: poetry
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Flat refusal of reality
A poem I wrote years ago while channeling my inner angsty teen. Flat refusal of reality That’s what mothers are famous for, right? Among other things Don’t they know we’re not virgins? I mean, they must know. Maybe it’s more that they don’t want to know That badly. Like, enforced ignorance for survival purposes. Molly’s […]
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A Poem for Blue Bicycle Books, Billy Collins & Bill Murray
Kismet While purchasing signed copies of Billy Collins’s poetry, Picnic, Lightning, The Trouble With Poetry (and other poems), I notice a photograph on the counter of the poet laureate, the young woman ringing me up and the bookshop owner. The photograph shows the woman and the owner attempting to hold ecstasy at arm’s length, alongside […]
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Sighting
Found poem. I saw him Across the grocery store parking lot White hair, aglow in sunlight Glasses glinting, pushing a cart I stopped mid step, staring Trance-like, a bird dog losing itself in its task Synapses firing, thoughts caught But also, nothingness. It’s him. It’s not. I should call out A sob creeping up to […]
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No Answer
New poem. The rain drumming down the roof has no answers. Nor do the leaves, each bowing in deference to a specific raindrop. Although there’s something in the stark, dark grey skies that leads one to believe it has solutions to speak of, in addition to its winds, precipitations and preoccupations. But it remains quiet. […]
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We Who Want
New poem. With thanks to Kim Vollmer-Lawson. We want the sunset back The moment Its crimson belly Finds it hiding place Children dirty kneed in dungarees. Painters. Poets. We want another story to sleep by As we rub burning eyes Stretch. Sink toward dream. We want heavy, elephant skies Spirits with long memories. Early snows. […]
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Into Itself Again
Poem co-written with Kim Vollmer-Lawson. Trapped rapt adrift in what if What will what won’t like a song Locked inside my mind twisting its Meaning with each new listen Keeping time, biding, tying Between loss and luck there is us Mom said a tincture would heal Between waiting and getting there The interlude has its […]
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Love is either wood or fire.
A found poem. Co-written with one of my favorite writers, Kim Vollmer-Lawson. Love is either wood or fire Banister or banishment Would you still if I changed into Stump, a table made Would you stand firm then fall Hold tight to my arm as you Descend. Bring in the kindling The kind that crackles in […]
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Imperfect birds, new nests
Imperfect Birds is Anne Lamott’s new novel. I haven’t had the chance to read it yet, although I love it already since the title is from a poem by Rumi, “Each has to enter the nest left by the other imperfect bird.” As it happens, I wrote a poem about a nest a few years […]
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