Poetry
iPoems
You have your apron on under your coat. We’ve got each other.
Poem of the Week
I feel unnatural, half a human face smothered in deep light.
Poetry
Yes, Sweetness, a white shadow shimmers on the X-ray of the future.
Poem of the Week
I stop and look at the sky. Suddenly: orange, red, pink, blue, green, purple.
Poetry
You and the cat wish I were baking pumpkin pie and we were happier.
Poetry
I was lying with electricity. I was already a story being told.
Poem of the Week
won’t you celebrate with me that every day has tried to kill me
Poetry
I hike, I bike, I tap at this keyboard.
I survive—and I’m still an old man.
Poem of the Week
This was still the sixties, and a girl in shop was way beyond him.
Poem of the Week
The world smells brand-new crisp the way an ax cuts fire wood.
Poem of the Week
Without a working title, a poem could muddle meaning, confuse purpose.
Poetry
A bunny the size of a teacup feasts in the clover, ears lit up in salt-pink light.
Poem of the Week
You’re supposed to hit is the bull’s-eye, that black spot, precise spot.
Poem of the Week
At Pompeii the little dog lay curled and did not rise but slept the deeper.
Poetry
No more laughing like the waves. No more ocean of words to drink from.
Poem of the Week
You ask, Could we have coffee? No, my truth, I’m still on this side.
Poem of the Week
Sweet breath hard breath. Every breath a stone-cold bird in thaw.
Poetry
As a child I wanted to behold the elusive squid, the patience of eels.
Poetry
give me a fish and I will make a necklace of its sharpest bones
Poetry
I froze because, the absurdity. also, the urn had a loose-looking latch.
iPoems
I read an article and learn that the gloomy octopus has three hearts.
Poem of the Week
and still it is summer and each day the sun arouses the kudzu
