In the ancient night
the vines of summer choke
breath choke memory
blooms fatten and fall
She’s not out for blood but, like her father,
a natural strategist and soon has me
in her grasp.
Jim Henterly mans the historic fire tower on Desolation Peak, where he safeguards not only the surrounding national park lands, but the proud and passionate history of his profession.
what’s even more beautiful
is that tonight in my small sleepy town
I can look up to the sky and see
a deep blue silence surrounding
a half, nearly see-through moon
Come breathe with me the sidewalk scents and
exhale into the night my erratic soul.
William Carlos Williams was a furious poetic revolutionary — furiously working over a lifetime to reinvent American poetry, furious at poetry he considered backward, and at critics and editors who … Continue reading
crazy in love, continued like the flow
of a small and quiet river, hoping
one day to console a little white cloud
that cried at the end of another river
He has flown headfirst against the glass
and now lies stunned on the stone patio,
nothing moving but his quick beating heart.
The bra I took off at 4:45 through the sleeve of my dress
and put down somewhere I find on my grandmother’s hutch
in the kitchen, incongruous, surrounded by jars of jam