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Tag Archives: poetry
Culture Lesson
Naturally, since I’m going to Paris for the first time in more than ten years soon, I’ve been thinking about my last trip there. And digging through stuff that’s buried in my computer. Here’s something I wrote back then. … Continue reading
A poem from the archives: HOLLYWOOD
HOLLYWOOD heavy verbs like a rocky coast, slowly shedding into the ocean wet pronouns sand of adjectives scattered on the side of the road, a small world devouring the motorists why write well? buy what you need to achieve … Continue reading
Unusually Bright
UNUSUALLY BRIGHT snow falls like tracer bullets smoking gun radiator car grilled cheese greasy crumb fingernail reflections I’m enthralled by the rumbling stick of incense shaken by the baffling train an automobile hissing in the bright wind strewn remains of … Continue reading
A poem I wrote on Thanksgiving Day, 2001
HOLY CORNER Edinburgh. The quality of light—the four o’clock honeycomb candle wax tissue paper beam saturating every pore in the street, every rivulet of every brick, that four o’clock perpetual sunset each hour. Light falling on jet black hair. Stepping … Continue reading