Category Archives: Poetry
I chased my love away And made sure she would go Because I feared the pain of when She’d go all on her own.
Sumer is icumen in Rather like Elijah, That is to say, Leave the door open, And set a place, But don’t get Your hopes up.
Love may, as though by lightning hit, Flare bright and shine out briefly, Or cast its glow, cool and slow, As by the north lights lit. But fast or slow, It still will go Out And let the dark back … Continue reading
We climb from the solstice Into clean cold light, Shedding tarnished tinsel ashes, Wearing hueless haze, Awaiting the staining colors Of the next march of days.
It’s the most wonderful time of the year, featuring the omnipresent background soundtrack of holiday carols that, from sheer repetition, leads me willy-nilly to generate parodic mockeries. Here are three: 🎵“Good King Wenceslas got high On coke and pot and … Continue reading
Time, as we clock it,Falls back this week:And the hour handAs it retreatsPulls the dawn with it.Yes, day will come sooner—but its early lightPortends the coming of an earlier night.
The L.A. autumn dances in, Santa Ana in one hand, fogbank in the other, Bewildering immigrant trees whose forebears Had grown in climes more orderly, Where seasons stepped in stately grace And not in helter-skelter leaps, pliés, and pirouettes, Where … Continue reading
I met a traveller from a strife-torn land Who said: “An orange and empty head of stone Screamed at the people . . . Near it, in the grandstands, Half drunk, a bitter correspondent, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and … Continue reading
The future shifts and swirls even as you approach it, The present fleets by before you can grasp it, And the past is unrecoverable as it fades away. Nonetheless, the view…the view…