Category: Poetry

Poetry

The Deed, the Word

For David Beckwith, 1950-2022 The week you died, the Russian tanks rolled into Ukrainethrough gauzy snow like this. Your brothers joked that Putinwaited to invade

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Poetry

Carwash (Metaphysicals IV)

Have you ever desireda carwash for the soulrushedright up to thoseretractable doors to driveright in let the gush & spraywash away mud-splatters& grease? You knew

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Poetry

Red-Flowering Currant

(Ribes sanguineum) Back in 1825, David Douglaspacked your kin on a ship to London,where sales of their seeds alonerepaid the cost of his expedition. That

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Poetry

What Spaciousness

From the very top of Grey Butte,the peaks and canyons of Yosemiteflash around us as they do. But above, in an ocean of deep-blue sky,four-five-six

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Poetry

Triolet on Holding On

Take heart—they say the darkest hour gives birth to dawn,the pain and pitch and fog, saliva-thick, but then, the brand-new start.Take heart—joy comes with the

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Poetry

Coalsack Nebula

The mystics say to dig, hammer the cloud, dayand night. That the act of gazing at the long obsidian robe of God undresses unknowing. I

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Poetry

Water Tower (Metaphysicals III)

In the heat of summer as afternoonwears on as octogenarians care fortheir flower gardens & sprinklers jet across expanses of lawn the waterlevel in the

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Plenty of Dented Signs

Plenty of dented signs on the highway. Igloo photographs in the drawers on the left. I don’t know where the antidote is kept. Nobody came

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