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Tag Archives: poetry
The Guest
For three weeks, I was a guest: to different showersAnd toilet flushes in the West, to coffee houses, to apps,to rosemary as box shrub. A guest to my suitcase. To hot tubs and skin in the garden of my tiny cottage. Guest to … Continue reading
Scrappy February
Blue sky with blacktop in the early morning. A flock of birds takes a surprise curve over my glass,a car-toting mattress heads to unload on the strip – the dump, salt heap and peaksof scrap metal. An old fire truck slinks past its … Continue reading
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Tagged as it is, industrial strip, late winter, poetry, urban poetry
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Rubble, Rumble, Toil, Trouble
Rubble, rumble, toil, trouble. All week long, a poem wrestled with me, and I within it. It held me tightly in its grip, everything onomapoetic with rubble. Emotions far outweighed thought: I grabbed at words, poor human with a pen, hoping something might … Continue reading
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Tagged earthquake, poetry, Rubble, turkey
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The Early Bird and other Myths
Oh bathroom window, what are those ash-gray clouds,needle in the morning’s eye — dawn too early in its strange light-threading.To 6am, I bring another party: my thoughts, light and frisky in dark crevices,champagne-splashed agent of chaos, so loud, you say, … Continue reading
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Tagged Dawn, philip Larkin, poetry
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Bastille to Puritan Village: Strange Magic
Each time, after countless trips, still strange magic.Hours ago, we were eating croissants in the sun, looking at the soft green column of the Bastille, the genie de la Liberté, golden wings aloft, still leaping.Today I wake up to crisp carpeting … Continue reading
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Tagged displacement, estrangement, Paris, poetry, Rimbaud, time travel, travel
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Armageddon Blues
I wrote the poem “Armageddon Blues,” which was published in Salamander Poetry Journal in Winter 2018-2019. It doesn’t seem to have lost its relevance! The enduring question: Is there time to slice the cucumber? ARMAGEDDON BLUES If my nerves were … Continue reading
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Tagged Nuclear WInter, poetry, Salamander Poetry, Ukraine-Russia, War poems
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Digging Out, Literally!
The fun of digging out is that we are digging out from what we are seldom digging out from. We are not working our way out of spates and chains of email, nor piles of snail mail, nor escaping … Continue reading
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Tagged Bomb Cyclone, Nor'easter, poetry
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What Asked to Come Back from the Trip
One charming cliche pops up when you are going on a trip — people ask, can you pack me in your suitcase? When you’re returning, it’s a moot point. Or is it? I wouldn’t have known it when I … Continue reading
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Tagged Aesthetic Happening, Awareness, Consciousness, poetry, Thisness, travel
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The Carpe Diem Dilemma
Oh, moralizing culture! Since we have so little understanding of where we are, there will be endless pronouncements of where we are. Certainties about what we’ve learned from the pandemic, and prophetic images of our future. The more we don’t … Continue reading
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Tagged carpe diem, horace, how to live, latin, odes, philosophy, poetry
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Eternal Memories in the Eternal City
Eternal memories from the Eternal City, Rome, 2018, from the weeks we were lucky enough to spend in Testaccio. That year, religious holidays fell at the same time — Passover Seder was finishing as Easter bells began to ring. In … Continue reading
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Tagged Easter, Eternal City, Passover, poetry, Rome, Spring holidays
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