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A selection of some old (though hopefully enduring) poems. As I’ve discovered, in the contemporary publishing milieu, posting new works even on one’s own site actually disqualifies them from appearing elsewhere. (Whaa?) Thus I’ve removed some poems I’d never submitted anywhere in order to do so. For now, I leave you with this modest sampling from the fluttering ribbons of time.

       
12. The Flood 11. Somewhere a Lost City 
10. Our Lost City 9. New York in the Rain
8. A Poem Lost 7. A San Francisco Mythology
6. A Night of Sulphur 5. And Silent Silent Silent Go
4. Jazz Wafts 3. Sara
2. The Path 1. The Blues Brothers (7-9er)
 

 

The Flood

The Flood   Proud monument:  this City we’ve created.  A little lee against the cold. How its aerie flag, lit up with heart-swelling lights,  ripples hypnotically in the winter heights.    Estranged river, moved by

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Our Lost City

    ∆ Appeared in Wild Poets: Magazine No. 5 “Arson” (Seattle)

New York (in the rain)

    ∆ Appeared in Wild Poets: ‘best of’ (Seattle)

A Poem Lost

A Poem Lost   After climaxing for the first time three times in quick succession and learning that lovemaking can really be the sweaty primal holy blessing of trashy romance novels and exalted DH Lawrence

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A Night of Sulphur

A Night of Sulphur   A night of sulphur    in the garden       with winding trees          exquisite breeze   but sulphur ling’ring    in the air   and in the blue heather  I heard      a girl’s

And Silent Silent Silent Go

And Silent Silent Silent Go   And silent silent silent gothe last footstepsof falling day   and silent silent silent fallthe glor’ious starsof our decay   I stood nearbyaffixedin thoughtas you peered throughthe spying glass

Jazz Wafts

Jazz Wafts   Jazz wafts through the darkness of the lake. . . past hunched trees and grass like clumped rice, tissue-paper clover, past glazed sand and gravel in the road, forgotten boulders, past street

Sara

Sara   Sunlight. Her face was narrow. The luminescent green sea. Her elegant neck and slight fingers. Silver jewelry. To grow up when it was fashionable to be young. Mistakes and great happiness conquered the

The Path

The Path   Down the path     still water          the fallen birch               like a charm               encased in black glass     moonlight            soft glow of                    hidden cabin       ∆ Appeared in FIRE: No. 14 (Oxford, UK)

The Blues Brothers (7-9er)

The Blues Brothers (7-9er)   Simply irresistible anything but typical . . . his tail is as long as four train cars . . . size does matter . . . For hair, healthy hair