Festive Waves Fresh radishes and lettuce, garden to table Splashing in the pool in an 85-degrees sun. – But not here, no, not here. – Whirling winds and rainy cold frosty mornings With pensive posts of “Worst spring ever.” – Let’s laugh though, knowing, spring’s mischief Cannot last, [Continue Reading »]
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ah, this simpering galère, architects of the bicycle belt – they stand like statues stretched, touching earth – but not in heroin’s grasp instead in green energy’s – they talk of zymurgy surrounded by beards – they do not reek of death surrounded by garbage – ah, this [Continue Reading »]
[Continue Reading »]Poetry Born Again in the Garden The springing blossoms a Virginal solacer lithely Kissing our eyes away the Aeolian chill whisking off To nothing in the sunshine. — Untethered and redecked Off to new shores anew, Spring in the time of spring, Love in the petals of dew [Continue Reading »]
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Poetry: All The Wells All the wells run deep and deathly cold beneath our feet, Covered with slabs of immobile concrete bound in iron. Locked in metaphor, the keys, the long-lost keys, patrimonially received, Hid in guilty ignorance until the age of accountability overtook us. Down our minds flailed spine first, [Continue Reading »]
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