Category Archives: poetry

Go home after the party alone to empty bed Covers pushed back bare sheets wrinkled                     Basho: the old verse can be about willows                     Haikai requires crows picking snails in a rice paddy Not this world’sContinue reading “Alone”

Sitting in my car in the employee lot at work, five am under one of two tall lights listening to A Ghost Is Born                     My car alone tucked in next to a squarely hedged viburnum Rain spits and splatters shadows cast from my windshield AContinue reading “Drinking Alone”

                              What new element before us unborn in Nature? Is there                               a new thing under the sun?                  Continue reading “Ruin”

In our tent (at Bear Lake of all places) six miles in, second night, reading lamp off for half-hour or so A nosy scratching on the flap at our feet.                     —Squirrel?                     —Raccoon? Then, I hearContinue reading “The Bear”

  a boy finds a lookie thing on the side of the road in the ditch by the stream where his dented cans float off to the river it has a vision inside sleepy eyes and relaxed pose naked breasts full exposed and he keeps it alone a boy finds a lookie thing and keepsContinue reading “Lookie Thing”

Broadway cruised topless by balding Mercedes 50 year-olds Broadway lined with used bookstores tattoos Kitty’s cheap sex The Mayan Theater used everything and paper litter on the street and me alone walking South Broadway Broadway art and galleries Body Meat Broadway home of $1.49 greasy breakfast diner with thin old speckled coffee At counter notch-toothedContinue reading “Denver South Broadway ’98”

Dewy maple leaf drops tap tent. I hear a call and answer from opposite sides of property, synthesizer bird Mike says. Off the ridge stepping over down wood through fresh moist soil the rotting limbs and pale yellow wet leaves to an old stone foundation and rusted wheel or tool, maybe pulled behind mules andContinue reading “Maple Flats Notebook 2”

Looking through the blindsat autumn leaves yet to fall, branchessway up and down, up and down,back and forth in front of our new window. Hear the planes coming toSeaTac, or they are just leaving. On the half-hour the 71rolls down 55th out back,rattling the windows herein our new house. Yellow and orange bright outside,and nowContinue reading “Notes Through the Blinds of Our New Room”

John Ashbery leans against a wooden fence Wind on his white oxford Born in a New York farmhouse in the distance by a stand of maples 3 Poems on shelf, and more I don’t read so much as live with Carver’s ashtray Williams purses his lips, draws in his eyebrows Stacked on the left—bills toContinue reading “East Wall Bedroom: A Study”