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December 29, 2009 06:10 PM EST --
Written in collaboration with Corinna Parr. Contributions are noted.
the trees are wet and brown but there on a branch a cardinal waits . . .
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December 25, 2009 10:13 PM EST --
tangled strings as we open our presents Messiah plays
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December 23, 2009 11:14 PM EST --
French schoolgirls don miniskirts-- dress code revolt!
(The original article is here . Such as it is. And now having lit my candle in this dark season, I bid you all adieu, and . . .
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December 18, 2009 12:58 PM EST --
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into the snow he waddles with bread for the birds
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eyes downcast her breath makes tea leaves ripple and spread
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poem creeps on three feet of thought woodblock world . . .
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December 14, 2009 04:54 PM EST --
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Dull black tile scum fattens in circles water left to stand.
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Down to this: my heart and the wind rag and bone.
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cocktails at the bar we play catch with faces
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another day down . . .
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December 11, 2009 05:16 PM EST --
I. Commute
Crumbled red leaves car edging past the sign eager to be gone.
Someday I will have an office with a window.
II. Cubicle
My little walls a speckled grey nothing like the crow's egg; . . .
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December 07, 2009 05:20 PM EST --
Tan renga, written in collaboration with Corinna Parr. Contributions are noted.
Brief lives under the sun flies in a late autumn thaw . . .
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December 06, 2009 12:29 AM EST --
Butterfly's wing-- how many mirrors under blue?
Quietly I watch the stars and each star a reason.
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December 04, 2009 05:07 PM EST --
The following poems are short examples of "book renga," a form described by Jane Reichhold in her book on renga in English. They are collaborative in the sense that they respond to the tanka . . .
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November 29, 2009 01:27 PM EST --
The following is an example of shisan renga -- a twelve-verse sequence-- composed over a period of several days in collaboration with Corinna Parr. Contributions are noted.
Darkling . . .
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November 25, 2009 01:44 PM EST --
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Rain water on steel collects a vacant playground an endless grey sky.
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Contortions of pine the bare, high-branched cottonwood has a better view.
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November 20, 2009 02:09 PM EST --
Coffee beans crackle round the silver bowl, morning sharpens on the grounds.
On a bright midwinter day each breath cuts into the nose.
Hardscrabble sound squirrel takes refuge above grey tail aquiver. . . .
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November 14, 2009 05:31 PM EST --
writer heron black river reflecting as we flow
( This is a revision of "Heron's reflection," which was in need of improvement. This poem completes the thought that I had partially . . .
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November 12, 2009 02:26 PM EST --
Written after watching the Grand River one morning in September.
Heron’s reflection on still water, black as ink by the riverside: are you happier down there, fixed . . .
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October 28, 2009 10:31 PM EDT --
Here's a poem
about Megan Fox.
Google Trends tells me
that lots of people are seaching
for Megan Fox
and here she is
in my poem!
(So to speak.)
Not that
I have to do this-- . . .
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September 02, 2009 11:46 AM EDT --
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When the moon cast its shadow on the sky, I first loved your line described in space; now waxing in stillness like a pearl, inconstant, and each night a brighter joy!
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Inconstant rain falls . . .
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August 29, 2009 03:39 PM EDT --
Blueberries all over the floor slick and white!
Shrill screams, whining I put down my pen.
Running off my daughter's legs have grown long.
While the day holds we play horses.
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August 26, 2009 10:50 AM EDT --
Dedicated to a certain young woman, in honor of our upcoming vacation.
I have trained my mouth, beloved, on the cherry and the Concord grape; now to stain my tongue in you and work . . .
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August 22, 2009 05:41 PM EDT --
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So slowly, this night unclenches and recedes from the fingers of dawn.
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Even the sea ends bright pane of water, bubbles and begins again
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August 21, 2009 12:58 PM EDT --
This isn't my best poem, but it does represent a turning point in my work. I've spent the past several years experimenting with different styles and aesthetics, moving towards the kind of poetry . . .
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