conceives the word
perceives
the world within
a mind
less deception.
(from The Intricate Evasions of As)
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Poet in the Aviary
1.
No more beating round the bush, boy--
Just murder for the thrill of it,
Fire at will.
2.
Bad chicks' blood seeping under the sill--
That's more like it,
No more mockingbirds to kill.
No more beating round the bush, boy--
Just murder for the thrill of it,
Fire at will.
2.
Bad chicks' blood seeping under the sill--
That's more like it,
No more mockingbirds to kill.
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Hot off the Press
Jolted
from still one more slow in-
tense reading
of a hard, demanding article
on Williams' Spring and All
by my wife's shrill
come here quickly,
I shoot down
the stairs thinking
something's surely up,
only to find her
waiting, arms folded, looking
coolly at me from behind
a stack of freshly ironed
still steaming laundry,
her face beaming,
good news all around.
(First published in Poetry Salzburg Review #14, Autumn 2008)
from still one more slow in-
tense reading
of a hard, demanding article
on Williams' Spring and All
by my wife's shrill
come here quickly,
I shoot down
the stairs thinking
something's surely up,
only to find her
waiting, arms folded, looking
coolly at me from behind
a stack of freshly ironed
still steaming laundry,
her face beaming,
good news all around.
(First published in Poetry Salzburg Review #14, Autumn 2008)
Friday, February 20, 2009
Thursday, February 19, 2009
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