sunrises on the road

October 11, 2014 § 1 Comment

I’ve lost count
of the sunrises on the road and walking

as if to the river but to the infirmary as if on the path but
in the hall as if from my kitchen but from the cafeteria as if
with my favorite morning mug but a styrofoam cup instead
as if medicine woman grandmother curandero nurse

the sun paints my face

& I smile as how short is the distance or long
from one vision to the next

published in REMEMBERING OUR FUTURE
PenHouseInk vol 3, 2004

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On turning sixty-five

September 21, 2014 § 3 Comments

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a duet; R.D. Story & j. goldberg

September 14, 2014 § Leave a comment

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poems by R.D. Story, j.goldberg
handset and handprinted at here.say. press
guerneville, ca 2014
varied edition of 3

waiting for the nail polish to dry

August 22, 2014 § Leave a comment

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form is the first instruction,
*of course it never trumps content*

titles are the second instruction
so the adage about whether or not you can tell a book by its cover *if it’s lucky enough to have one* is not altogether true

& of course the book is the story of the story so
the best pieces are the ones which demand conversation with them along the way *call it serendipity, erroneously carried out action, magic, editing, or the unintended consequence*

cross-purposes.

August 22, 2014 § Leave a comment

crux, content, fix

making way

August 15, 2014 § 1 Comment

step two: collating and finishing pages in preparation for step three: binding (making tabs and gluing as an accordion) and finally step four: sewing the book into a folio

two books collated, could be six, but if there are two for him and two for me that might be it, but it doesn’t need to all be done today

the trouble with talking about art:

August 11, 2014 § 3 Comments

1. early influences on my work

not that you are in relation to me now as I am to you so
no fair dredging it up as though
at our age the degrees of separation are relatively fewer
but, talking about the ‘early influences on my work’
it’s hard to miss I’m engaged
in conversations with you I don’t remember us having
and sure I never did say I’m sorry
it can’t go without saying now,

I’m sorry
it took so long to understand
how I knew you
is at the core of what I do

so more than I’m sorry, thank you is what I mean to say and
I loved you and miss you and though of course I don’t
I know you better now

2. permissions

when he read the love poem he wrote about his ex-wife beside him onstage waiting her turn to read her new husband in the audience, for all to witness and bear, it was poignant reminder poetry is not polite but the pinnings of heart and
so saying

3. if not you who

empaneled as a book artist to talk about all things book except as it turned out, what is a book, perhaps just now the most telling question, the discussion was
moot

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