My husband's poetry

Category: magic

  • Of lucky quarters and juju pixies

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    When they closed the fountain for winter and gathered all the coins in buckets to haul away, did it cancel the wishes and send the pixies to roost with angels until spring? I threw a coin in the fountain once, wishing I would be good until Christmas. Thought I tossed a nickel, but it was…

  • Milly’s man

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    gilded glass gaol albeit a pretty jar djinn or jinn no one knows it does not matter if you believe in ancient myths of magical beings waiting to flee imprisonment adolescence delayed never fully grown 73 years is too long to wait to be a man 9-9-22

  • The grocery store is always open

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    In the magic hour between possum waddle and coyote strut raccoons feast on food left out for feral cats skulking along the fence line, Fourth of July fireworks two nights before fall equinox could be mistaken for gunfire, but sirens and blue lights do not arrive You push the trash can to the street and…

  • Waiting for Merlin’s call

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    The first day of Autumn doesn’t seem that much different from the last day of Summer, but you can’t stop thinking of aging and the miracles of ancient beliefs You wait for the alchemy of a warlock’s call telling you a negative is a positive and a wonderful excuse for a celebratory feast at an…

  • Jimi

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    On a speaker overhead someone plays guitar Not like you But they play with passion Bending strings Until I think they may break And I wonder What you might have done If you didn’t burn So brightly that you melted away Too soon But then I thought if you didn’t Burn so hot I wouldn’t…

  • Through

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    In the half light of morning on an old poster from an old reading series between the waste basket and wall a patch of white light illuminates my name. I look at the office window but it is covered. Through the half opened office door across the hallway through the living room doorway through a…

  • magic lizarding haiku

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    tan anole on fence stops, looks over the edge at bush leaps, blends into green 4-22-23

  • …As

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    if gravity flowed up mountains would grow impossibly high clouds covered in mud dirty as my shoes before a Saturday night shine slick, stone, valley waste lands sharp as glass beneath our feet oceans dry as a bone Noah’s ark drifting off in space 9-24-23

  • Truth?

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    I do not know the difference between an omen, an augury or happenstance and don’t believe the dictionary’s testimony is the only truth or final word this morning, after prayer a coal black humming bird hovered near my head, landed on a small branch, sat still, stared at me a bit, then rose up, hovered…

  • For the fairy King and Queen

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    Yesterday, I discovered the shore of the pond in the park. Neighborhood dog walkers and joggers welcomed me with hellos. I claim it for the fairy king and queen who live across the sea. I do not care other people enjoyed the park before me and have built up a city around it. Hence forth,…