Subscribe to Blog
-
Recent Posts
Follow me on Twitter
My TweetsArchives
- February 2021
- January 2021
- December 2020
- November 2020
- October 2020
- September 2020
- August 2020
- July 2020
- June 2020
- May 2020
- April 2020
- March 2020
- February 2020
- January 2020
- December 2019
- October 2019
- September 2019
- August 2019
- July 2019
- June 2019
- May 2019
- April 2019
- March 2019
- February 2019
- January 2019
- December 2018
- November 2018
- October 2018
- September 2018
- August 2018
- July 2018
- June 2018
- May 2018
- April 2018
- March 2018
- February 2018
- January 2018
- December 2017
- November 2017
- October 2017
- September 2017
- August 2017
- July 2017
- June 2017
- May 2017
- April 2017
- March 2017
- February 2017
- January 2017
- December 2016
- November 2016
- October 2016
- September 2016
- August 2016
- July 2016
- June 2016
- May 2016
- April 2016
- March 2016
- February 2016
- January 2016
- December 2015
- November 2015
- October 2015
- September 2015
- August 2015
- July 2015
- June 2015
- May 2015
- April 2015
- March 2015
- February 2015
- January 2015
- December 2014
- November 2014
- October 2014
- September 2014
- August 2014
- July 2014
- June 2014
- May 2014
Category Archives: Uncategorized
THEY
THEY Kafka saw it, part tragedy, part comic. They pulled us off our axisput us in immobilis, the gnawing cellof isolation, of terror who is there, with a hand to catch — to touch us — Time slows down stands still the top … Continue reading
Posted in Uncategorized
Tagged Beauty, Beauty is not a luxury, elections, Kafka, Poems of resistance, poetry, Resistance, Saidiya Hartman
Leave a comment
October Blues (and other shades)
October’s precision. Everything under the sun is sharp, preening with the ethic of freshly waxed cars, buffed and shined. It is as nails made brilliant, as hard bright vernis. Brushed wire. It is shadow or it is not. It is … Continue reading
The God-Emperor
Posted in Uncategorized
Tagged Covid-19, Fly, fly and the despot, poetry, political poetry, Trump
Leave a comment
Ground Under our Feet?
We live between four walls, they are temporary, fragile, often cheap, sometimes made of scythed corn stalks. They have been speared into the ground for the Jewish holiday of Sukkot, they won’t hold for long, their very nature is impermanence. … Continue reading
Posted in Uncategorized
Tagged C.D. Wright, existential wandering, in-between, Paul Celan, succos, Sukkot;, wandering
Leave a comment
Turn, Turn, September’s Turn
Already these crystalline days. Already the air moving in its own way, letting sun and warmth shout at mid-day, then fall silent. Already sound of the sea in the crowns of trees. Already baskets full with the harvest. Already … Continue reading
Posted in Uncategorized
Tagged #Rosh Hashanah, seasons, September, Teshuva, Turn turn turn
Leave a comment
The Insect Chorus
There are those who hate cicadas as they hate the summer sun. I myself love both. The haters hear cacaphony, noise, intrusion. They hear one solid tone – abrasive – not noticing how the insect chorus of crickets and cicada … Continue reading
Posted in Uncategorized
Tagged cicada, crickets, dystopia, End of Summer, insect song, late summer, Trump
8 Comments
Strange Rerun: the American Vacation
The unexpected rarely rears its head in a life ordered by Zoom. Spontaneity has become collateral damage. Usually I get my share of happenstance while traveling. But traveling is so reduced this summer; possibilities for goofing off and … Continue reading
Posted in Uncategorized
Tagged American roadtrip, Damariscotta, Europhile, Maine, stranger in your own country
Leave a comment
What Augurs, August?
I always feel trapped by August, its thick cluster of vowels. Clotted. Lugubrious, made for a lazy tongue. Made for limbs given up to the sun. If it were a kitchen sauce, it would need to be thinned. If there … Continue reading
covid-19, summer-20
—after Inger Christensen Covid exists. Covid-19 exists, summer-20 exists. High noon exists. Heat exists. Water in rivers, in seas, in showers, from fire hydrants exists. Coves exist. Hidden lanes of purple hydrangea exist. Overturned bones of kayaks. Smoothness of stones, … Continue reading
Posted in Uncategorized
Tagged alphabet, Covid-19, festivity, Inger Christensen, poetry, Rhode Island, summer
2 Comments