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There are too many moonless nights on account of the clouds, nights when nothing is illuminated, when a poet stumbles blind. My heart is not a lantern. It is a hard, dark place, a burned-out star, dense, dull-eyed, stealing fire. … Continue reading
The pines hold their arms wide open to me, and never tire. The crows are better at living, and smarter, we both know this. The stream runs cold and clear, clearer than my head, not nearly as cold As the … Continue reading
We play the game called Exquisite Corpse — you with the curlicued lust lines of your tragic fine-point pens, I with charcoal-smudged weather reports and raucous blackbirds — two sides unseen of the same folded paper’s fearful symmetry. I hand … Continue reading
I see the sad face — a gargoyle dislodged, rolling like a mossy stone
This poem was featured last week at Mad Swirl dot com’s Poetry Forum.
How does the tulip bulb know each spring to make a tulip flower, never irises or other blooming things? How do the cranes know to return the day the meadow’s snow melts and the spring peeper chorus first sings? How, my … Continue reading