Category: Poem
The Point
“What if the universe were literally in the process of coming to life?” —James N. Gardner, Biocosm Something happened moments ago on a rock in a galaxy that tows and pushes in the Local Group—something alert, obstreperous, agile, having the oddly beautiful awkwardness of youth, made of inorganic matter from the deaths preceding it, now …
Aunt Vera / For N.T.
Aunt Vera seemed frail while I was growing up. Every year, she had colds and laryngitis. She could not swim. She had allergies; She could not enter our cat-filled home. But, when I moved back to New Hampshire After my divorce, I saw that my parents were aging; Aunt Vera was not. With a scarf …
Grain / You, Walt Whitman
in the gray wood in the reptile skin in the grimace and grin of played-out fields a flicker of green to gold to hard brown stubble that pleads the modesty of snow against the grain a grain of hope against the choke of guns and even louder the chink of stone against the spade and …
The Exquisite Corpse
Who sleeps with an angel crushes a feather The lesson of the flower blindfolds in black soil This is not white only silence its memory A drop of sunlight makes a halo on the rosary bead Sea races and dashes the silent statues of days In the House of Strangers the plague of 1000 doubts …