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Horses at Midnight Without a Moon
Horses at Midnight Without a Moon Our heart wanders lost in the dark woods. Our dream wrestles in the castle of doubt. But there’s music in us. Hope is pushed down but the angel flies up again taking us with … Continue reading
Sharks in the Rivers
Sharks in the Rivers We’ll say unbelievable things to each other in the early morning – our blue coming up from our roots, our water rising in our extraordinary limbs. All night I dreamt of bonfires and burn piles and … Continue reading
A Spiral Notebook
A Spiral Notebook The bright wire rolls like a porpoise in and out of the calm blue sea of the cover, or perhaps like a sleeper twisting in and out of his dreams, for it could hold a record of … Continue reading
Those Winter Sundays
Those Winter Sundays Sundays too my father got up early and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold, then with cracked hands that ached from labor in the weekday weather made banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him. … Continue reading
A Not so Good Night in the San Pedro of the World
A Not so Good Night in the San Pedro of the World it’s unlikely that a decent poem in in me tonight and I understand that this is strictly my problem and of no interest to you that I sit … Continue reading
Praying
Praying It doesn’t have to be the blue iris, it could be weeds in a vacant lot, or a few small stones; just pay attention, then patch a few words together and don’t try to make them elaborate, this isn’t … Continue reading
Night
Night The cold remote islands And the blue estuaries Where what breathes, breathes The restless wind of the inlets, And what drinks, drinks The incoming tide; Where shell and weed Wait upon the salt wash of the sea, And the … Continue reading
Writing on Not Writing
Writing on Not Writing I can feel my ship about to come in. A white ship in a snowstorm moving in. The ship is made of gulls huddled together in the shape of a ship. When it arrives, they will … Continue reading
Apologetic limerick!
And please enjoy this poem from one of our dedicated readers upon learning about this morning’s delay: No limericks on tax day, how absurd! But, technical issues occurred. She tried all she could As we know she would. Our poetrypimp … Continue reading
Tax Day Limericks!
There once was a barber named Ware Who was sadly allergic to hair. When customers called, Unless they were bald, He would sneeze them right out of the chair. Ogden Nash There once was a silly young … Continue reading