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Poetry Friday

WORDS AND THE DIMINUTION OF ALL THINGS

The brief secrets are still here,                              and the light has come back. The word remember touches my hand, But I shake it off and watch the turkey buzzards bank and wheel Against the occluded sky. All of the little names sink down,                              weighted with what is [...]

Poetry Friday

NEVER GIVE ALL THE HEART

Never give all the heart, for love Will hardly seem worth thinking of To passionate women if it seem Certain, and they never dream That it fades out from kiss to kiss; For everything that’s lovely is But a brief, dreamy, kind delight.

O never give the heart outright, For [...]

Poetry Friday

DRAWING FROM LIFE

Look: I am building absence out of this room’s air, I’m reading suppositions into summer’s script snarled on a varnished floor. It looks like a man. That knot’s his hand waving good-bye, that stippled stripe of grain’s the stacked-up vertebrae of his turned back. Small birds (sparrows or finches, or perhaps) are [...]

Poetry Friday

SLEEP DOOR

a light knocking on the sleep door like the sound of a rope striking the side of a boat

heard underwater boats pulling up alongside each other

beneath the surface we rub up against each other will we capsize in

the surge and silence of waking from sleep

you are a lost canoe, [...]

Poetry Friday

MAY DAY

I’ve decided to waste my life again, Like I used to: get drunk on The light in the leaves, find a wall Against which something can happen,

Whatever may have happened Long ago—let a bullet hole echoing The will of an executioner, a crevice In which a love note was hidden,

Be a [...]

Ode to the Bicycle

ODA A LA BICICLETA

Iba  por el camino  crepitante:  el sol se desgranaba  como maíz ardiendo  y era  la tierra  calurosa  un infinito círculo  con cielo arriba  azul, deshabitado.

Pasaron  junto a mí  las bicicletas,  los únicos  insectos  de aquel  minuto seco del verano,  sigilosas,  veloces,  transparentes:  me parecieron  só lo movimientos del aire. [...]

Video Poetry (Home Edition)

THE 88 – COMING HOME

Won’t you be safe Won’t you be true I lie awake just thinking of you I’m all alone Honey, come home

‘Cuz when you’re here I feel like myself And when you’re not I’m somebody else I’ve got it bad Honey, please come back

Because you need a place [...]

Poetry Friday

HEAVY SNOWFALL IN A YEAR GONE PAST

Heavy snowfall in a year gone past hammered the sudden edge of the house foundations to a rounder world a whiter light after the end of day. My favorite coat, lush sable in color, a petty fake that warmed me to the ears hangs after the seasons a [...]

Poetry Friday

SNOW-BOUND [The sun that brief December day]  

The sun that brief December day Rose cheerless over hills of gray, And, darkly circled, gave at noon A sadder light than waning moon. Slow tracing down the thickening sky Its mute and ominous prophecy, A portent seeming less than threat, It sank from sight before it [...]

Video Poetry (Understanding Edition)

Written by one, stolen and made famous by the other.

NICK LOWE & ELVIS COSTELLO – WHAT’S SO FUNNY (‘BOUT PEACE LOVE & UNDERSTANDING)

As I walk through This wicked world Searchin’ for light in the darkness of insanity.

I ask myself Is all hope lost? Is there only pain and hatred, and misery? [...]