Tag: poetry

  • almost autumn

    almost autumn and the sky squeezes blue through the eye, guilt from a moment of weeks; two days, one leaf between a bible of pages black and white and velvet brown feet pad through fallen leaves. and still another falls to join them and another still and another still Just a week, now, until fall; […]

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  • Zen and the Art of Chicken Dancing

    For those of you who’ve been paying any kind of attention, the fact that I have a singular fascination for one particular type of bird should come as no surprise. Chickens. I’m talking about chickens. For those of you who thought, “crows”, fair enough, but no. While all corvids caught my heart long ago, they’re a different […]

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  • perhaps Spring

    This Winter past was tenacious, a Narnian epic of cold and ice and snow that took heed of D. Thomas’s advice to “…not go gentle…” Even so, Spring arrived this past week, though with very little fanfare, very few signs to tell the difference between Wednesday’s Winter and Thursday’s Spring. There are hummocks of snow on […]

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  • Signs

    I woke up this morning with this in my head: [In Just-] by e.e. cummings in Just- spring when the world is mud- luscious the little lame balloonman whistles far and wee and eddieandbill come running from marbles and piracies and it’s spring when the world is puddle-wonderful the queer old balloonman whistles far and wee and […]

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