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This Old House
This house has many rooms. Small rooms, stuffed with large things; large rooms, cluttered with trivia. Over-sized bureaus and under-sized beds. Razor wire guards the boundary. It sparkles in the sun. Then the moat, deep and dark, flashing with goldfi...
Why Must It Be Beautiful?
MP3 File What is it for, all this beauty? The curve of the spiral from the laddered twist of DNA to the vast wave of galaxies; the green luna moth, breath- taking & ordinary. Does the prey see beauty in its predator? Do gazelles admire the leopard? D...
snapshot poem 30 january 02008
i ask for a dream to answer the question i dream of a seal an affectionate seal it wants to be in the house with the women it slips through the door like water the seal is blue . . . mottled . . . purple and gold it's the swimming colors of oil on wa...
Ephemeral Sonnet
We write on water, we poets. Most of us. Some write on sand, brief calligraphy for seagulls, shore-birds and the slow inev- itable tide. A few write to stain the sea, so intense, the color of their ink salts the words of their inheritors years beyond...
Snapshot Poem 16 January 2008
How does one come to believe in the moon? What it actually is, I mean; not what it appears to be. It is not a lantern, held up in the sky by some invisible god. It is not an illuminated, disembodied head, floating in the ether. And Saturn, with its g...
Whisper | Snapshot Poem
Listen. It's a new moon night. There is no light to be heard falling on fresh snow. Snow drifting down so quietly you hear nothing. Listen. Distant electric humming under the evening silence. A fountain trickles beneath the ice. Far away, geese call ...
