Tag Archives: summer

junebugs (2013)

last year we walked across the starfields of fireflies flaring like love that burns behind closed eyes after light has faded now it’s the droning roar of cicadas that wait 17 years to make love i’d rather disappear alone into … Continue reading

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…for a strange poem that wants to be beautiful

These are notes for a strange poem that wants to be beautiful. It starts, you will not be surprised to learn, with the full moon behind broken backlit clouds, shining through in a pattern that reminds me of the Crab … Continue reading

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Morning Commute, Late June*

On my bike at 6 with the curling pink fingers of dawn already fading to yellow. It’s going to be muggy and buggy. For 11 months they complain about rain and snow; the other month they complain about the heat. … Continue reading

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This Poem

This poem is not of the salon, it is found across the icy stream. Throw your hands around my neck and let me carry you across. This poem grows in the low heather and huckleberries along the path to the tarn above the … Continue reading

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Sonnet, Summer Night

It is hot in the bedroom but not sultry, a humid stultification, all the long day’s travails insinuated within its red walls, abrogation of the laws of thermodynamics. A cheap plastic fan by the window pushing warm air through warm … Continue reading

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My Poems Published Today at Versewrights

A couple poems of mine (about summer and dreams) are featured on the front page at Versewrights.  Click it! Thank you to editor Carl Sharpe.

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sunrise

thermonuclear fusion the sun blasting over the east horizon radiating through the chill of low morning fog across the marsh from my feet to the top of my bare legs a fucking sensation in either common sense like sex or … Continue reading

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