Barque

Once in

Drifting out, there comes
A point where you can’t see

The sunken forest
For the sea of trees.

The It Theorem

Learning to live with it,

Where it is an axiom in-
Dispensable as

The life that lives it,
Proves it.

Definitely Not Lemmings #19

My thanks to Momo Luna, an exceptionally gifted artist from Arnhem, Holland for hopping on board the DNL Locomotive.

Honest Injun Meets Manifest Destiny

No snake oil salesman and still
Wet behind the ears, he was strung up
 

Like pemmican, while forked 

Tongues licked him

Year after year.

 

 

Bookmark, Selected Poems, William Carlos Williams

From dry fragile still
fragrant yellow-

green stalks & leaves placed
between the descent

of winter & the locust tree
in flower stems

the scent of spring.


NB: Just got word that this little poem has been selected for the anthology Visiting Dr. Williams: Poems Inspired by the Life and Work of William Carlos Williams to be published by the University of Iowa Press in 2011. Good news received on this sunny spring Monday after Easter Sunday celebrated with a large gathering of friends at our "Milk and Honey" house.*

*So named by us because Meligalas means meli(honey) and gala(milk).

Against All Odds

Of that most distant

Possibility even—
That one left

To fend for oneself
With nothing

To the nth power
Will go to any lengths

To find even that.

Loss

Knowledge is understanding how
Each word traces its own

Means of leaving.