Monthly Archives: April 2016

Darling Coffee The periodic pleasure of small happenings is upon us – at the farmer’s market snow glinting in heaps, a cardinal its chest puffed out, bloodshod above the piles of awnings, passion’s proclivities; you picking up a sweet potato … Continue reading →

You See I Want a Lot You see, I want a lot. Perhaps I want everything: the darkness that comes with every infinite fall and the shivering blaze of every step up. So many live on and want nothing, and … Continue reading →

Let’s Go Home Late and starting to rain, it’s time to go home. We’ve wandered long enough in empty buildings. I know it’s tempting to stay and meet those new people. I know it’s even more sensible to spend the … Continue reading →

Red Brocade The Arabs used to say,When a stranger appears at your door,feed him for three daysbefore asking who he is,where he’s come from,where he’s headed. That way, he’ll have strength enough to answer.Or, by then you’ll be such good friendsyou don’t care. … Continue reading →

Some Like Poetry Some – thus not all. Not even the majority of all but the minority. Not counting schools, where one has to, and the poets themselves, there might be two people per thousand. Like – but one also … Continue reading →

 Making a Friend I made a friend out of what was there: The legs of a table, the arms of a chair, A big head of lettuce with two ears of corn, The seat of a sofa all tattered and worn, … Continue reading →