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I Did Not Hear the Rain

A Poem by Ken e Bujold

I did not hear the raincascading through the dreamI had of you last night:a boat beached on the shore,I followed the footstepsalong the edge of the ti..

I Write About You

A Poem by Ken e Bujold

I write about you simply because I can't think of any reason not to. Not the most romantic of pretexts I admit, but still I write about ..

Do You Doubt That?

A Poem by Ken e Bujold

“O' dear Vicar, how rue you this fine morn? Well and loved, all free of sun-slept regrets?” From your mouth, the sweetest scent o..

The Nightmare

A Poem by Ken e Bujold

"on reading Primo Levi's Reveille, and thinking of the 1973 movie Massacre in Rome"

In the Low Light of an October Eve

A Poem by Ken e Bujold

The dead stems of a summer's roses still standing in the low light of an October eve's fast falling, remind me of the approaching reckoning ..

The Brother From the More Distant Planet

A Poem by Ken e Bujold

My youngest brother calls the mother of his babes, Mommy. An oddity I consider in light of his own Mother being six feet across the room ..

Wherever I Am Impending On

A Poem by Ken e Bujold

Emptiness: all for nothing and nothing for all the rhetoric of wanting a beginning: what bits we've mastered on standing upright seem rather sen..

Semiotics

A Poem by Ken e Bujold

something happened here once before the slow suck of progression erased all memory of time then when we labored with sticks and stones th..

Pumpkin Pie

A Poem by Ken e Bujold

This deal, raw intentions so harshly tendered, I expect will not hold through a winter's discontent. Come spring, with the lilacs in bloo..

Gentrification

A Poem by Ken e Bujold

I watch my house shift to the wealthier side of the tracks, dolled up for fancier folks, a new spruce hedge, coat of paint, crimson red..