Summer Magic

~ Those deep May days, someone will say, somewhere in Central Virginia:      It’s the end of the month, where people will jump –      Winter is gone from Virginia. And boys wearing flip-flops watch girls in their gym shorts take out their pups for short walks, from porches. And from such enclosures, […] Continue reading

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if it quacked like a duck

~ a neighbor spends hours each day of the week shifting through flowers a garden she keeps and when days turn rainy the days dark and deep she goes deep inside but outside she weeps she can’t be with gardens in flowers she seeks but stays in her house where otherwise sleeps where neighbors are […] Continue reading

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Shards of Gray Glass

~ Each piece, a poem; the leaf of a tree – The common connection, poetry. Caedmon began his in England; where no one at such time should know him. O Sappho, of Lesbos, what be thy fame? Shards of gray glass antiquity claims? Ideas hold fast; when all comes to pass, nothing holds past, all […] Continue reading

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We’re Not The Gods

~ The last words you’ve said, To someone you love – Will they be of something substantial? The future unfolds into what, We’re not told – It might just be best to be natural. And then there’s the hope, From the ones whom you love – The feelings which comeback be mutual. But we’ll never […] Continue reading

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Farewell to all that

~ Farewell to the ocean, the notion of fun; warm days and sun rays, California sun. Goodbye to the patrons who wished for us well; Farewell to the chevron, two years of hell. Comes now the moment, we knew that it would, lying once latent, it shows when it should. Adios, mis amigos; adieu, everyone. […] Continue reading

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Winter Sounds

[tis the season….] ~ Another five inches, Snow falling down. One bird is singing, One bird, around. The screens of a porch Clad dandruff-white stuff, Hanging and clinging The singing gets rough, When then comes another, The other lets up. Two birds, two birds, Now two birds are heard. And then somewhat later The Blackbirds […] Continue reading

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Tellurian

…. C.D. Wright, the poet, has died; As well as an actor named Rickman. The news is brief, but only for one – An actor demands attention. ~ “Plenty of people also have died – No news we’d have, if all were then mentioned.” What price do we pay, for someone’s importance? What measures are […] Continue reading

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Corbies

  ~ The winter birds have moved to town and settled my Maple branches; but not for long, they sing no song, these cronies of Corbies, Comanches! A banded gang of all black bird, bandits that hang in tether. What gives them the right is their power and might, flexing their feathers together. This hungry […] Continue reading

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Narbona’s Sonnet

  Prologue: The Mexican people, and the native Pueblo, steal from each other, and fight Navajo. Three native nations, just seeking to Be, elides observation, except Apache. ~ Hot! is the color of summer air; boiling, the sand, it spreads everywhere. Water adds value – if only there were; God knows! what value, of nothing […] Continue reading

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Song of Narbona

  ~ So different this New Man,
The Blue Man,
These Dragoons of Kearny. I see him – But he, He doesn’t see me! A New Man, This Blue Man, Pale-faced as white sand, A fraction of men, Sent here by Kearny. A Blue van Of New Men, The Blue Man new army. He comes at a […] Continue reading

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Immortals

So there you still go now, So once the young man! Now broken and beat up: Is this how you end? Once we were special! Or thought so, back then – Immortal! we thought us! Such powerful men. Nothing would hurt us, On this we depend: Invincible cowpokes, Of the Rio Grande. To think that […] Continue reading

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New Year’s Day

New Year’s Day Black Carrion birds encircle the sky, in search for the dying or dead. A lone little squirrel scampers right by – A whole ‘nother world lies ahead. Last year’s leaves still cling to the vine, they rustle and rattle in wind. An old man clings to the end of a line, the […] Continue reading

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The Long Island Sound

The Long Island Sound The high school reunion, which I won’t attend, Will be held in Las Vegas, Nevada. I’ll go to Long Island, out near the end, Where they still say in that fun way “What’s da matta?’’ It’s odd what we say what we’re really not thinking: Magician’s with rabbits and top hats. When […] Continue reading

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Once A Great Notion

~ There goes Dear Mary; She walks down our street. Worn out and tired; Weary and beat. She’s searching her soul, Looking down deep; Busy in forethought, The Back thoughts, she keeps. And I wonder what Mary, What Mary now thinks. Once we were young, Just busy young tarts; Mary, the others, and me. Strong […] Continue reading

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