Saturday, May 8, 2021

Haiku: Don't Look Now But

A well’s planted here 
Between two thin cypresses— 
It’s full of eels' eyes.
 
 
 
 

 

Thursday, May 6, 2021

Poem Of Your Life

Finding the right 
Words for it should not be 
 
Your sole concern,
But if it is, learn how 
 
To make the best of it. 
 
 

 

Monday, May 3, 2021

Consummate Cos Organic

with- 
in 
 
its 
cool
 
leafy 
green 
heart 
like 
 
to 
think 
 
there 
are 
two 
spotted 
 
red 
and 
black 
lady 
bugs 
out
 
making
pure 
whoopee. 
 
 

 

Friday, April 30, 2021

Shakespearean Wordplay

Analogy resembles 
 
A world bespoken, 
Made-to-order, incomparable 
To compare, say incarnadine
 
Lest we should flesh out 
Those bloody incongruous 
Seas of filth abiding us there. 
 
 
 
 

 

Wednesday, April 28, 2021

Tuesday, April 27, 2021

Unfinished Business

Left to my own 
Faulty devices, I find 
 
What I no longer have 
Any need of keeps 
 
Lagging behind, reminding 
Me of what it is 
 
I am missing— 
A friend in need. 
 
 
 
 
 

 

Thursday, April 22, 2021

Archilochos And The Nymph Neobulé

Some Parian nonentity was strutting 
In the agora today with my ravishing 
Neobulé—I had to leave her unquenched, 
Still on fire down by a bush 
Near a brook and ran off 
Babbling when the struggle 
Got hot and way out of hand— 
Somehow, saving my shaft seemed 
More precious, I mean where 
Could I find another 
One equally cool, 
Whiplike and long? 
 
 
 

Tuesday, April 20, 2021

Sunday, April 18, 2021

First Things First

—for Eleni, always 

 
The last thing you wish 
To see before falling 
 
Asleep is the fluttering 
Of her eyelids first 
 
Thing in the morning. 
 
 
 
 

 

Sunday, April 11, 2021

Hardly Bellwether

Meretricious 
As a keystone 
Ring scraped 
Off the bottom 
 
Of a dry stone 
Wishing well 
No longer sounding
Whistle clean. 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

Thursday, April 8, 2021

Phantasmagorical Doggerel Entrapment

What say we make writing it 
On a whim just for the sake of proving 
It can be done a case of actus reus
 
And the malfeasant(s) in question 
Hounded till caught humping 
A bemused muse in flagrante delicto
 
Then summarily tried and sentenced 
To be flogged rhythmically to the tune 
Of forty lashes with a wet poodle—what 
 
Prissy purveyors of emasculated poetic 
Truth would dare come forth to accuse us 
Of spreading shaggy dog stories? 
 
 
 

 

Tuesday, April 6, 2021

Sunday, April 4, 2021

Friday, April 2, 2021

Of The Poets At Sixth Street And Pine

With all those subtle 
And not so 
 
Subtle nuances 
Of their meanings, 
 
Do they not signal 
Another kind 
 
Of sensibility toward things 
That really matter? Say 
 
Displaying a sixth sense 
Of knowing just where 
 
To turn at every junction, 
And signaling 
 
Their intentions years beforehand 
By bursting headfirst naked 
 
Into an unsuspecting other world
Lost in time.

 

Saturday, March 27, 2021

After Wendell Berry

Do not shy away— 
Those little words that 
Come out of silences, 
Make them hear what 
You have to say. 
 
 
 

Thursday, March 25, 2021

Tuesday, March 23, 2021

Sunday, March 21, 2021

Friday, March 19, 2021

Wednesday, March 17, 2021

Monday, March 15, 2021

Diogenes The Dog

—for Elizabeth Boleman-Herring, 
who's always known the difference. 
 
Woo-hoo! 
Too many thought he was just 
A flea-bitten louse slumming 
 
In an earthenware jar; still fewer saw 
He was much more than that--a literate 
Chigger who bit only those who knew 
 
No better than to bite off more 
Than toothless curs could chew. 
 
 

 

Saturday, March 13, 2021

Thursday, March 11, 2021

Dissipation Is

By your bedside night after night, 
One candle after another burning 
 
Feverishly at both ends, 
With no end in sight. 
 
 
 
 
 

 

Saturday, March 6, 2021

Greek In/Fancy

of light 
windy hillocks 
swaddled 
 
in 
undulate swaths 
of bittersweet thyme. 
 
 
 

 

Thursday, March 4, 2021

Light's Dark Hideaway

You can never really 
Get enough of it— 
 
Even in full daylight, some orphaned 
Part of you wants all the light 
 
That’s still out there hiding, 
Waiting for the right sign 
 
To take you in. 
 
 
 
 

 

Monday, March 1, 2021

Haiku: If The Shoe. . . .Blah Blah

—for Joseph Hutchison, kindred pitchman 
 
 
To find the challenge 
Gauche enough to find the right 
Syllables to fit.

 

Saturday, February 27, 2021

Haiku: Ambivalent Turning Point(s)

Take one more step there— 
Not the same as one more step 
There to take, is it? 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

Thursday, February 25, 2021

Monday, February 22, 2021

Light Satyric Lyric

Those firm apples nearing 
Fullness upon the green 
 
Bough, her bodice tight 
To the point 
 
Of bursting, tart 
Nipples breasting 
 
Forth, oh dear
God that dappled 
 
Runaway light! 
 
 
 
 

 

Sunday, February 21, 2021

Internet Early Spring Affair

 —for Eleni
 
On the patio 
Facing the garden, 
In-between 
 
Our mutual scrolling through 
The morning news, out of the corner 
Of my eye, I can just make out 
 
A pair of sparrows skittering in 
Our singular blossoming 
Almond tree— 
 
I wonder what it is 
You’re looking at, 
My love. 
 
 
 
 

 

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