And sat down beside her… )a poem(
Poets, call themselves Honest. Viewers. Observers. Watchers, Poets are. They give meaning to Miss Spider who scares The curds out of Muffet, who runs away…
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…
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…
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…
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…
As the Canadian Geese Fly Over in Formation
What does the man say when he wears a gold lamé ballcapAfraid to commit to the grilled cheeseStraddling the picnic bench, bellyDipping over the side of…
“Like white lace crumbled in night’s hand,” a poem by Stephen Fuller
Like white lace crumbled in night’s hand The snow fell to earth, a warehouse For memories each toile and cordonnet Wove between picots melting away into…
Poem for Sundance, after Fleetwod Mac, Crosby, Stills and Nash …
How do we capture the suite of life:Blue eyes, brown eyes, these eyesSee what the cake tastes, savorEach layer with me, what comes.So, yes, it’s hard.…
