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Glimpse The glimpse, the blink, an echo so slow, so quick, so long to last, to cease then go from one who could belong. To...

To My Wife  With A   Copy of My Poems (A cover of Oscar Wilde) I can write no stately proem As a prelude to my lay; ...

Dials I try to switch off cancer for the day, turn the dial from recurrence to remission admit one to a movie theatre in my ...

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Absent Night His missing voice never touches her ear. Her name escapes him like an alarm bell eludes pursuit. He must sing so...

Station Pier 1955 ( Drawn from the memories of the writer’s mother) It had brittle fur with cross-stitched e...

My Last Pair of New Shoes There was a day when men and women could make a  living matching feet to shoes. They were magicians ...

The first The first day on the railroad I learned unlucky is just another word for laborer. The first time I had sex was n...

The Belt I am punching holes in my belt pretending it’s progress legs akimbo, sitting on a sand bed warming at the waist  ...

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I’ve Got You Under My Skin Mother sings Cole Porter to the luminous moon, Rodgers and Hammerstein to the sunlight. Head held back, she ...

Painted Canyon Jagged stone, fashioned by forgotten gods. Time and water—eroding sunset, stratigraphy bared by millennia.  ...

An Ordinary Day in fevered summer dry kids shriek and laugh in the pool cicadas’ shrill scratches the hours traffic rumbles ...

Movie War Story You get the call from your brother in New York at 9AM. It is sunny and cool and April 4th. Things happen fast when your...

A place with rooms and windows I'm not sure  that I will ever  stand this opulence.  in the basement there's a plac...

An old cat chases an imaginary mouse He still plays the game of cat and mouse. Stumbling to and fro across the house to ...

Two Poems Selflessly Offering no Solution 1: With Big Respect to Dylan T O save me, save me from embittered old age from b...

Cars in New York 1976  (after the photography of Langdon Clay)  The ice, implicit, only thought of…  in those darkened corne...

Nights in Cummings Cove Those nights illuminated by the moon whose white dagger severed the wet surface, highlighted the stal...

The Ship That Sailed The ship I boarded, finally, after so many failed attempts and with such light steps, has sailed on w...