Help me lift my head upthat I might see the full arc of the sunone last time before I fall I want to watch the black rat snakecurl her tail around the base of the forsythiaand pull herself free of… Read the full article
I promised to returnto the shaggy mantle of grassthat binds yousurrounded by golf courses, which should amuse yousupine, facing westward hoping to catch the sunset,at least it seems that way to me. I wondered if a gravestone had been laid,wanted… Read the full article
I remember meeting Miriam (Miri) Dunn in the earliest days of G+. She would pop into one of my threads with a diverse array of moods – quick-witted, humorful, biting, kind, intelligent, strong, thoughtful…far too numerous to list. We shared many… Read the full article
Under a mound of dirt you lay
I imagine a saxophone
Playing ‘Round Midnight
Maple trees line the road
Their shade saved for the living
While you lay beneath the blazing sun
…is in the air for all things in the natural world, along with a veritable sprouting up of things musical, theatrical, poetical and artistic, into which I immerse and disappear, wrapping myself up within, and winding myself ’round their various… Read the full article
When I was in high school I knew nothing of poetry, except a schoolgirl’s frustration at not being able to answer…
“Certain things fall silent in us when we think that certain things are no longer possible.” – Frank Bidart, Poet,…
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