Saturday, March 22, 2025

Poem For The Duration

--for Eleni, forever 

Love remains 
The last word 

In a world that never lasts 
Long enough.


 

Tuesday, March 18, 2025

Writer's Stinking Rut Grotesque

You know you're in 
A thorny one when 

Everything once rosy's now 
Coming up wilted, decomposing 

In a reeking kitchen sink.


 

 

Sunday, March 16, 2025

The Art Of Hearing Amongst The Multitudes

 

Hear, hear--
Odd to be here 

Where each human
Sound sounds 

Like no other--even
The same ones

Can't tell the difference
Between them.

 

 

 

Wednesday, March 12, 2025

When You Can't Sleep, What Else Can You Do But Write?


Which is what the poet 
Jim Daniels says 
About poets plagued by insomnia 
While on hectic reading tours; well, 
I’ve never been on one but 
I’ve never lost any sleep 
Over it either, so you just might 
Keep in mind that sometimes 
Much of the writing of a poem 
Takes place while you’re sleeping— 
Try sleeping on that for a change.


 

 

Friday, March 7, 2025

Once Upon A Time, Naturally

I wrote only about 

How the wind sculpts


The shape of pines,

And not how 


The bed of needles lining

The floor under them 


Helps form how we look

At things round us--


If only we thought 

To lift the coverlet


To examine the mildew

And the impending


Mushrooming rot.


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