Siblings Her laughter breaks your fold, wedding you to your primal joy. Your extremes keep tune with her emotions, setting them close to yours and your canvas of sharp colours. She has no veil. You have no hidden chamber, just the charm of your sleepers and your dimpled cheeks. She loves you like kin should, dancing for your comfort […]
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Heartless at the Checkout Line “I’d never take my anger out on you,” she said, when I remarked she looked so piqued I had the inclination to skidoo. As someone who desired her, I freaked out at the dewdrops missing from her ears, the stern configuration of her lips, her strident voice and mortifying leers. Since these impediments did not […]
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PENULTIMATE for David Ferry (July, 21, 2015) At 91, David tells me that he is nearly finished with his Aeneid translation and that he has started his next book which he has tentatively called Underworld, and he is already three poems in, and when the Aeneid goes to press he’ll focus more on this newest book, but not […]
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A grey, blustery day And the sun breaks through More of a wink than a smile Reminding me To savor such moments For much is fleeting And often passes Unnoticed In the busy-ness of days Where we are pushed ever forward But when the wind has changed And the clouds linger It is the memory of such times That […]
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Processes Grammar of grief wraps itself around the tremors of time and chips: organize blue pencillers. This will obliterate your errors. Better still, equip yourself and be your own editor.
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Once this bedroom door is closed the rug deals in flowers, its dark scent reaching up where your eyes expect sunlight and miles away the heady whiff from a firefly –already she’s naked the woman you just this minute inhaled, a deep breath who can’t see, has to feel along the grass though the dead still stake a […]
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The Cross Near the Edge A too small cross in a big wayside shrine amidst the fields on the fertile loess soil, soon to be devoured by the bucket wheel excavator, a monstrous word for an even more monstrous machine. The shrine made of dark red brick, plain, simple, solid, almost for eternity, like the many farmhouses here; […]
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SILENT WINTER (By Robert Trabold) Bitter cold – wind touch the bones. Snow coming – came same weather – no change. I have to stay home not many activities outside – meetings cancelled too cold. Change for me – have time on my hands. I am always busy many things to do. Quiet descends on […]
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The Confluence It sprang as a result of The piercing eyes of the sun That disrobed the Alps of their lily-white sheets. There it set off to its long journey, Trickling on the face of the mountain like a tear, Diverging from the path – the path Others were not taking For it was a rebel like a youth, Unstoppable […]
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Even as a child Charles couldn’t forgive other children not for something they had done but rather for who they were. They were inferior and couldn’t help it, his parents both agreed. Charles couldn’t stand any of them. This continued his entire life. Charles almost married a woman he had hired only to discover later she wasn’t perfect, no better than the little people he had hired to wrap and mail thousands […]
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