Invocation by Maurya Simon O God–who art dust mote and fern spore, salt crystal and dog-star, who art refinery smoke, cumulus, leaf-rot, dishwater and spindrift– how can I know thy invisible movements through this world, when thou inhabit even the…
Poem: Song
Song by John Ciardi The bells of Sunday rang us down And flowers were blowing across the town Through faucets of the sun turned on. For Mary’s giggle and Martha’s glance The bankrolls flashed from pants to pants, The Captain…
Poem: God is in the Cracks
God is in the Cracks –Robert Sward “Just a tiny crack separates this world from the next, and you step over it every day, God is in the cracks.” Foot propped up, nurse hovering, phone ringing. “Relax and breathe from…
Poem: Permanently
Permanently —Kenneth Koch One day the Nouns were clustered in the street. An Adjective walked by, with her dark beauty. The Nouns were struck, moved, changed. The next day a Verb drove up, and created the Sentence. Each Sentence says…
This Is Now
This is now By John Isbell Writing slowly means savouring each word. There is no need to correct, but it is sweet to pause, and remember what has come and what is coming. Even for a long time. In that…
Did You Think the Randomness Was Done?
“That is only the start of the Bush campaign. He has plenty of money and unlimited personal cheapness.” Jimmy Breslin talking about President Bush in He Molests the Dead I think I want to see this movie. I Remember Me…
Poem: To David, About His Education
This poem caused me to think of livefalcon and whompwillowacad. To David, About His Education –by Howard Nemerov The world is full of mostly invisible things, And there is no way but putting the mind’s eye, Or its nose, in…
Friday Morning Attacks of Randomness
For giggles: The Yarn Diet And good news here in Georgia: Gay Marriage Amendment Rejected It would seem that I’m not alone in my disgust at the work produced by my classmates: What The ?!? Quote from one of the…
Two Poems
They may suck, but since I had to write them for an assignment I figured I’d share them here as well. Summer Camp You dash to your new home Guided by smells bug spray and sunscreen Girls’ voices squealing, laughing…
Poem: Waking
Waking by Stephen Dobyns Waking, I look at you sleeping beside me. It is early and the baby in her crib has begun her conversation with the gods that direct her, cooing and making small hoots. Watching you, I see…