here’s a poem from my book How the Hand Behaves: Electricity Pouring through the wires like words, magic I will never understand. Sleight of hand pulls images out of air like ghosts, imprisoning them on the screen in the box. Is the picture tube filled like my brain with gusts of faces? When IContinue reading “Electricity”
Monthly Archives: July 2018
Dumbling
illustration by artistclarf I love fairytales, and became fascinated by an obscure one: “The Nixie of the Mill Pond.” The above artwork comes from that tale. This poem spins out from that tale as well. Here’s a poem that appears in my book Vexed Questions: Dumbling Dumbling, the youngest, pursued byContinue reading “Dumbling”
The Wren
photo by Marianne Roken Here’s a poem from my book Scattered Showers in a Clear Sky: The Wren Omnipotence is foreign to the wren. She is all present in her garbling song, She is all knowing as she carries thin sticks to her nest box She is all loving in theContinue reading “The Wren”
Untangling
Here is a poem I wrote after viewing Jeff Wall’s large photograph of the same name in the Hirschhorn Museum in Washington DC, back in 1997. It appears in my book Scattered Showers in a Clear Sky: Untangling Greasy yellow hose, thick as a child’s arm, blue rope thick as a dogwood trunk,Continue reading “Untangling”
Anne Sexton’s Last Reading
I was a young poet when I saw Anne Sexton give a reading at Goucher College in Maryland USA. It was 1974, I believe. She committed suicide the following day. I wrote this poem about that reading. It appeared in my book At the Year’s Elbow: Anne Sexton’s Last Reading Seven yearsContinue reading “Anne Sexton’s Last Reading”
Blue Winged Teal
Here’s a poem that appears in my book Life List: Blue-Winged Teal Small dabbling duck, wallow in freshwater , mince your steps on the sticky fronds of April, rest your blue bill on your speckled chest like a dignified dowager, looking down her nose. Fashionable in your touches of sapphire on breastContinue reading “Blue Winged Teal”
Raisins
photo by Gary Crabbe I wrote this poem about 30 years ago. It appears in my first book, At the Year’s Elbow: Raisins The vineyards tumble down hills like children in the summer evening before their parents call them to bed. The vineyards green and heavy promise wine, glinting secret in casks,Continue reading “Raisins”
Crocosima
These flowers are blooming in my garden right now. The poem comes from my book Reconnaissance. Crocosima Named Lucifer, she rides her curving stem Rococo red glad mimic in the shade Seems rare as orchid, skating on her blade Of stiff hard green, her color sings a hymn To all those corms whoseContinue reading “Crocosima”
Pulling up the Vines
from blog”it’s Not work, it’s gardening” Here’s a poem that appears in my book How the Hand Behaves: Pulling up the Vines Five entwined: Wild grape ,aristocratic leaves and tiny purple berries, English ivy, dignified and sturdy, creeping Clematis, profuse and pungent white flowers, Honeysuckle, seductive, heavy, waxy yellow flowers, and Poison Ivy,Continue reading “Pulling up the Vines”
Happy Trails
Here’s a poem which appears in my book Pick it up and Read: Sonnet on a Line from Frost There is a singer everyone has heard who lived the fifties in the USA and everyone whose hair is not yet gray can sing his theme song like a mournful bird Whenever someone disappears fromContinue reading “Happy Trails”