Category: friends
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a monk on fire (for John Prine)
because I heard he may be dying I listened to hours of John Prine before I went to bed My wife peeked her head in my office told me an owl was hooting in a tree I never understood a hooting owl why they warned the night they would be up and hunting my Uncle…
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Crystal halos
(for an old college friend, Terry – stay well, my friend; I will see you on the safe side of summer) ‘Crystal Halos’ This morning, a bird woke me with insistent calls of “Pick me, pick me,” outside my window I sat barefoot on the porch watched light shimmy down from tree tops to run…
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Friday night on house arrest
To avoid dangers that go bump in the night, my clumsy friend, Kristine, suggested we put ourselves on house arrest. I decided to begin digesting books instead of devouring them whole. I resolved to read four poets at a time digesting a poem from one book before I moved to the next book back and…
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Waiting for My Echo
I want a bridge in the wilderness that comes from nowhere and goes to nowhere I want a bridge across a river or a way to the other side of a raging stream or rocky gorge I want a bridge made of rope like the kind we made in scouts so when I get to…
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In memory of my dear friend, Rabbi Gedalya Engel
sunrise gathering robins sing new beginnings savor Shabbat tea 3-14-20
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Venison
“A fawn discovering its legs/she perched on tall heels/with faux diamonds on the toes” from ‘Girl on the Bus’ by Andrew K Clark midnight deer stilted headlight run across road three friends wait late night foray stiletto feet tail in air if she’s not careful she won’t see morning 2-25-20
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Dreamscape #5
in this place of talking dead streets are always dark the little shops full of light I shelve and straighten books in a bookstore someone asks for a new book owner says it’s unavailable I go to tell him about a print on demand supplier he doesn’t see me – no one sees me ___…
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haiku for a gentle friend
gentle songs of loss bare feet sought ground’s redemption a night made holy 2-13-20
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Traversing darkness while moving toward light
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I sat with a friend around a fire in our yard We talked of children, the craft of writing, of basketball an ideal job, a feral cat he gave a friend and the one he still feeds on his porch We talked of possums, guinea hens, ticks, raccoons and a hawk that swooped up a…
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gift
Gift of pancakes and hash Healing communion With a side of bacon Recount the madding snubs Let it out and be warmed Steaming mug of coffee Publishing can be an Endless clusterfuck 1-25-20 *title by wife
My husband's poetry 