My husband's poetry

Category: reading/writing

  • Business 101

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    They met at the club talked business over lunch shared menu and life stories Raised a glass of scotch full of ice and courage laughed and drank some more Stained clothes and honor agreed to meet next week for another two martini lunch 7-15-20 (working with zeugma as a figure of speech and therefore, literary…

  • Monday morning

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    Monday morning I feel anything is possible I have an entire week ahead of me filled with goals and tasks Monday morning the New Yorker magazine comes With new poems and essays to enjoy subtle cartoons to ponder Monday morning I haven’t made a mistake all week But if I don’t put down my New…

  • A poem for a poet

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    a slim manila envelope from Clemson, SC in Friday’s mail it was expected you bring it in the house and place on a stack of folders and books unopened, because you know what’s inside your wife is home from Pittsburgh and has her laundry on the side porch so you carry Saturday coffee to the…

  • Book marks

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    Yesterday, I straightened stacks of books I’m in the process of reading and I tried to remember where their journey began Bookmarks are a good point of reference Magazine ad inserts mean it was first opened on the porch among last week’s stack of periodicals Receipts, it began at a literary festival or used bookstore…

  • Adventures in the Life of an Interrogative Pronoun

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    Who went looking for meaning found Webster defined ‘who’ as an interrogative pronoun Taking an interrogative approach Who went looking for a synonym wrote ‘w-h-o’ in the query box and kept getting ‘No results found.’ Who tried another thesaurus site the query box kept adding ‘r-e’ after three attempts to type ‘w-h-o’ Who decided an…

  • Entomology 2020

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    While I sat alone on a bench in the park a red mite walked across a page of Billy Collins poetry I fail to see any humor in this violation of my safe distancing – I don’t care about his politics or need to be seen Twenty-five years still remain on this flesh-suit warranty and…

  • Truth

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    Sometimes when you are doing something else revelation comes to you You see truth and write it down Later, you read it and it is gibberish You think maybe truth is gibberish and this becomes a new revelation 4-8-20

  • Wobbling

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    Social distancing on our porch with the latest New Yorker and a stack of poetry books the table I write on wobbles I place cardboard under a leg and still it wobbles I open Wallace Stevens, Collected Poems turn to a random page marvel at how he uses words in unique ways I put down…

  • Friday night on house arrest

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    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…

  • For E.M. Forster

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    Every room has a view even if it’s only four walls and door and appears to be a closet It doesn’t matter if you have a window or how you got in or how you go out Just know you can leave when you are ready Love does not follow norms it follows where it…