Poetry

 

April 16, 1977 (Viewed from April 16, 2022)

Night was Vanta-black as Manischewitz voluptuous purple—
serving as minor-fine, adolescent contraband—
squalled and squandered,
thundered and bolted—
unbottling two thirsts, our throats;
while her hair was gold varnished platinum
due … Read the whole text

Alien Invasion 

Uncle Sam is afraid of aliens,
wants to keep them out of his backyard
so he builds a great fence
as big and tall as his domestic fears
to stop their insidious invasion.

The last thing that Uncle … Read the whole text

 
(Excerpts from the forthcoming collection, “Echoes from the Hills”)

1.’Twas the Night Before 

 

Massive milestones skipped

Atop the backs of ripples

Rushing in a pond―

The little pebbles scattered

Along the pondshore.

 

The pond has frozen over, … Read the whole text

Surrender

Sweet sadness of surrender
when I know what you want
and you know what I want

and I’ve decided to give in
before you’re finished arguing.

I watch the thing coming
a mile away, and anticipate
your joy when … Read the whole text

 

Sunflowers

 

Too many eyes have drawn them out.
If you weep before them, don’t feel alone.

A yellow that shouts, a yellow applied
with a switchblade or a lame à cran d’arrêt.

Follow no one. Let no one … Read the whole text

 

Rules for Life as a Bee

Each bee must be her own queen,
not live in a colony.
Burrow in the ground along a path
or build the nest in a dead plant stem
or stack of empty flowerpots.… Read the whole text

autumn dragons

 
this season is ideal for dragons
as they blend in well with the leaves…
red and gold,
patterned scales disappear into the canopy
like magic
(though they in fact
reserve their magicks
to other warming purposes
when … Read the whole text

My father loves in a practical way

 
My father loves the way only an ex-soldier can.
He loves with things handy and familiar.
Like steel or fist.

My father is practical.
The way his belts love my behind.
The … Read the whole text