Category Archives: The Occasional Poem

Taxi, 1-27-13

Posted on March 16, 2022 by saaribampo

When I asked him how he was riding out the great recession, he said it all unraveled after the black horse. I was riding in his taxi in Tucson, heading west. Let me make this clear: the points of the … Continue reading →

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Broken glass falls in the forest

Posted on July 5, 2020 by saaribampo

Broken glass falls in the forestand from green dreams we wake to song.Dark eyes unseen pierce our nightto watch us stumble out of nakednessinto day. Slowly,we perceive their glances. We shove off rough covers,abrading the skin of our sleep,and from … Continue reading →

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A pig is not a fence

Posted on July 21, 2019 by saaribampo

A pig is not a fence. The pig is in the fence. This is one way to learn Spanish: looking at a pig in a fence. I say cerdo. I mean cerco. This causes mirth amongst the Spanish speakers in … Continue reading →

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The man goes down to the river with his dog

Posted on December 18, 2017 by saaribampo

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

Posted on April 13, 2017 by saaribampo

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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