poem 30

April 30, 2014 § Leave a comment

picnic

a pair of eagles
a glass of wine
snow capped mountain
song,

no afterthoughts

poem 29

April 30, 2014 § Leave a comment

old photos

I remember it all except
looking quite like
that

Poem 28

April 30, 2014 § Leave a comment

family

there
and back
again
I never
moved

poem 27

April 28, 2014 § Leave a comment

minimums

asking
if she minds
my setting her table with un-
matched silverware

*
if you
(in a jam)
don’t know the song
play it quietly, or

listen

*

poem 26

April 28, 2014 § Leave a comment

the shape of things

it wasn’t yesterday
we bought chunks of pickled herring
packed in a cardboard container no
lid from massive men who knew them
personally devouring the not mere
morsels then and there using our fingers
full of laughter the brine running down our chins

today it was all slivers, the men
the herring, the laughter

poem 25

April 26, 2014 § Leave a comment

flex a gone

woke up
mid dream
laughing
I was the book
being folded
and hammered
into an
about face

poem 24

April 26, 2014 § 1 Comment

transit-
ing

what if
what I
am not
doing is
poetry
any more

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