Category Archives: The Occasional Poem

The man goes down to the river with his dog

For Dan Michener The man goes down to the river with his dog. He fishes. The dog runs arabesques. The man is the prince of the river. It is not a famous river but it is his river. The trout … Continue reading

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The hands die last

The hands die last intent on phantom tasks. The wheel-chaired woman knits and purls away her final days in wordless concentration. Another beads her absent rosary. The man an edifice of bones in bed measures out his ghost white spread … Continue reading

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No one is noticing

No one is noticing. You cooked dinner. You are exhausted. You can’t find the top to the cumin spice. You are fleeing your country. You saw a beautiful bird. You will not be on the nightly news. You will fall … Continue reading

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Goya, My Man

Come back. I am sorry. I was running late. Two hundred years? My darling, that’s an eye blink, barely a deposition of decay to become the oil that fuels our cars. Cars? Well, I’ll explain later. Meet me a las … Continue reading

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October 27, 2011

Pillow down silent Falls the first snow The leaf turns to winter The ravens shrug The land accepts the mantle The river takes communion

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The gray man

The gray man walks in in coats and coats and coats against the weather. He holds against the gray narcissus, lilies, roses.

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Time Is Tall

Time is tall the cloud is mauve night will fall the plane hurls Roosters call herbs flourish dogs circle streams murmur A day grows dies trees plant A phone rings peace goes returns thunder Ferns in walls motion, hands rings … Continue reading

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