it’s been a while, a poem
Boxed in by storage challengesWanting to be lost in the beauty ofDesign and art and full book shelvesOne voice screamsAnother, drips tearsThe third, finds a smileBetween…
‘The beech blooms first…’ a poem
The beech blooms first, he noted on A walk around Simmons Mill Pond Where once farmers had carved Lands with stone walls now icons Of a…
One Way Aisle, a COVID poem
At my grocery store there is only one way Through the produce section. Make a mistake passing the apples And you are stuck outside the garden…
My Little Wren Friend (for Bobby), a poem, revised
My little wren friend, alight on the detritus Collected here for compost or, later, when dry, Burning. That branch where you perch seems As good as…
The Path I Needed, a poem, revised
I found it, the path I needed, Less the doubts and questions, Inside woods I knew I knew. Now, that done, snow begins Falling in small…
Palimpsest Kiss, a poem, revised
Leaves, petals and stamen Down on knees she traces The texture of a flower That emerges to spite her. Palimpsests under foot Words cemented whose Return…
Palimpsest Kiss, a poem
Leaves, petals and stamen Palimpsests under foot Cement over words whose Return pushes up cracks. Leaves, petals and stamen Down on knees she traces The texture…
‘If you, too, were as eager for the salty brine…’ a poem
If you, too, were as eager for the salty brine As her hovering on a shell above foam like a Spector of what might become if…
Socrates Calls, a poem
I imagine, sometimes, not all the time, but often enoughFor you to think me weird, which,In all likelihood, you did before This admissionThat Socrates talks to…
Choose Not the Firecat, after Stevens’ Earthy Anecdote, a poem by Stephen Fuller
I choose not the firecat, insteadA bobcat, though still it bristlesIn the way of clattering bucks.If being the bobcat, I mustStand with hair up on my…
