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Category: My Poetry

  • The Secret Voice

    The screen is up andBorough Boy is being euthanizedexactly as I write this5:18pm on Labor Day, 6:18 whereit’s happening in Saratoga, New York.The last race of the last day of the iconic meet. No one knowswhat is and what is not.History is stilland could break both waysin superposition. People don’t know if they are themselves […]

  • Changing My Mind About Publishing in Today’s Media Landscape

    I pulled into Kroger’s tonight, and what I felt was a good poetic line seemed to flash into me —like so many do that don’t necessarily have a direct meaning consciously, but feel like they came from another place and I am just the receiver and feel like they are pointing towards something that is […]

  • Two New Iambic Dimeter Poems

    The neurons fire In love tonight The singing choir relieves my fright sleep with the Rose submerge the sea The bower knows what’s inside me She’ll come again another door her song the wind ears to the floor. Don’t say a word. Love’s almost born. —————————- Let conscious breathe you won’t I know but can’t […]

  • A New Poem in Iambic Trimeter: Visiting Isis’ Sister

    I know it wasn’t fair to those who dance below: Between our creaky stair Descends our nightly ghost. I’ve come to see my girl Her sister plays alone. Here in her deathly world Her grievance sings her song. What does she want from me? A willingness to die? Like Jesus on the tree, A needle […]

  • 2 New Iambic Poems

    This first one is in iambic tetrameter with the structure of an English Sonnet: I lost you to Arabian nights: The god Apollo’s basketball. You had that day Queen Isis eyes.. Unfolding reddened fall leaves song. It does mean something here in snow. The M&#257rga flames the Firebird’s beak. Somehow it made me let you […]

  • A New Sonnet: Cape Arrow

    “Cape Arrow” One thing I do remember is the dance. Your river hair was flowing the magic nights. Steps guided by the heart’s inner lance. Our motion flew above the city lights. Remember fall among the yellow leaves? Our eyes reflected colors of the soul. Before we even knew we had the keys, Our fountain’s […]