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Always on the verge of disaster.The poet writes to keep himselfFrom falling apart.The smoldering ruinsOf his past lay abandonedIn the bare-bone archae..
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The Red Lily fulfills its outpouringIn the thread-width breadthOf the Calligrapher’s Sacred ScriptFlowing like a spider’s webIn streams ac..
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Pale moon;
Dove colored
Bloodless in despair.
You wear my mother’s white dress;
Demure in an innocence of l..
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Indeed, Mr. FrostHe was the fool of books,And his house stood on a hill,A long fellow,And the farmer’s wifeHad eyes for him.Once raised her yell..
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Stone-quietAn awkward aureoleOf silenceSurroundsOur dysfunctional saints.Despite this the summerDay blossoms vibrantly outsidean open window.He lights..
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An old man and I, he a sixty-
Something year old fisherman
From Point Pleasant, New Jersey,
Stubborn as all hell and always spitting
Tobacco as he..
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Old and New Poems: 1998-2023
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Empty on a windy roadA loadstone moon rises woundedLike a levy corpse tossed violentlyToward a rook-smooth undertow.A road of winding, dipping ups and..
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Dumb and mute now Your once riot-soul,A whisper of an echo,Humble as my simple grief.Fell soft as a leaf fallsUpon a single beam of light. A photon fe..
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Poems influenced by several historical and quite personal disasters. Intermingled into a clashing of images in a higly rhythmic language
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