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How I Learned to Love the Bomb Cyclone

The Shape of Snow Needlepoint of snow in the streetlight cross stitches in the gusting wind. Cars begin to disappear, the nearby elms fade in the distance. By the shore, four sharks roll up, bone dead, though a dog learns … Continue reading

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In Crisis: Poignancy

  In Crisis: Poignancy Attempt emergency resuscitation: it lays on a pyre of fighting words, gasping and fluttering. The lilting head of a blue hydrangea thick and petalled, thinking. Even brooding is old-fashioned. Bludgeon me with your compassion. Shout it … Continue reading

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Flute Music of September

    Flute Music of September Welcome back, self, after a most social August.  My espadrilles are mercifully silent on the brick the soft rope and rubber sole help me hear the cleansing flute music of September. I’m eavesdropping on … Continue reading

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Back from Poets’ Camp

Back from Poets’ Camp   At poets’ camp, I wrote, I thought and read and took the fullness as the world.  Then I returned. Real life! So double, Magnficent in its archly grinning way;  the things we touch amidst the … Continue reading

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The Disruption of Beauty

“There is a time to break down, and a time to build up.”  Ecclesiastes, man of the ages, is also man of the hour.  When Francis Picabia painted this picture, he gave it an absurd name – Estanonisi – but … Continue reading

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Spring Cleaning (of the Mind)

Of many urges that come in the spring, a powerful one is the desire to get rid of old things. You see old blenders, rotary beaters and Schwinn bikes on the sidewalk, piles of bags at Salvation Army. I like … Continue reading

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With Love & Hate for My February Muse

It’s mid-February.  It’s the dead point of the year, when roots and energy have retracted and nature is nearly still. People who fight back do Florida. Yoga. Extreme sports. Instead of resisting, I’m turning inward. I’m writing poems. That doesn’t … Continue reading

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This poem came about after hearing Natan Sharansky, the former Soviet dissident who spent nine years in jail, and Michael Douglas, the American movie star, speak recently about their Jewish pasts. Anti-Israel students were shouting outside the hall at Brown … Continue reading

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Play Louder, January Wind!

                        January by William Carlos Williams Again I reply to the triple winds running chromatic fifths of derision outside my window: Play louder. You will not succeed. I am … Continue reading

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ODE TO COMMON THINGS

  “Odes to Common Things.”  Pablo Neruda’s poems came to me like a boomerang.  It was a New Years’ back to basics, a reset to zero. A move away from global crises and cosmic clashes. I read them to draw … Continue reading

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