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Reading the River (-poem)

Your inhabit the words that follow each other like fingered beads on a rosary, each in its turn, the black folder your only shield. Then comes the unconscious gesture of your left hand, like a wavelet in the river of … Continue reading

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“20. Believe in the Holy Contour of Life”

From Jack Kerouac’s List of 30 Beliefs and Techniques for Prose and Life, tacked to the wall of Allen Ginsberg’s hotel room in North Beach the year before the latter wrote Howl and the line, Real holy laughter of the … Continue reading

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Love Sonnet

This poem slipped on the muddy bank and plunged into icy water, shock of unimagined depth, involuntary gasp and bob-up and size-up and sweep- down; this is how it feels to be caught in the current, wave-trains, hay-stacks, hydraulics, big … Continue reading

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Longneck

1. Longneck bottle cast in the weeds along the old river walk. Brown glass in summer-brown grass, I wonder why it caught your eye. 2. Long-necked bird, swan at the foot of the bay. My daughter called me the cob … Continue reading

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Sternwheeler — from my first book

The opening poem of my book, Memories of When We Were Birds, is, like many of the poems in the collection, about people and their connections to the natural world. “Sternwheeler”, which appeared at voxpoetica in June 2009, is more … Continue reading

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Lamentation

The full moon is just a phase. Still, is there anything more beautiful than the moon glimpsed through streaming clouds like a shiny metal fishing lure on a river bottom, out of reach, reflecting bright sunlight, Or lonelier, when it’s … Continue reading

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Falls City

Here’s the deal, poet, with cities built by the falls of wide rivers, these hard places where you unload your cargo and portage the well- worn path — life is not the flatboat held fast by sun-rotted hemp. And it’s … Continue reading

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