Category Archives: Old work

A Poem on Missing the Mark

Sur le même sujet* Sometimes, I feel drawn to you As an arrow towards a goal But each time I attempt my bow, I miss It is not that My aim is bad But rather, my unsaved friend, That you … Continue reading

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Meanwhile . . .

Rewriting, rewriting Free Souls, going all the way back to Chapter 9.  Raising the stakes for my MC and strengthening her motivation to do all this dredging up of her past.   Lots of good, clean, obsessive fun.  Who knows when … Continue reading

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A New Old Poem, While I Do Some Important Editing

De Finibus Why do I think of quarries when I think of you Why of gravel pits Abandoned, with Holes of gray useless pebbles Churning In murky pools? Why touch I jumbles of cold hard things Ground By a blank … Continue reading

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A Poem While Treading Water

A Last Poem I walk in a gray March rain On a path hung with forsythia past their bloom My heart crumples like Last year’s leaves      Not Because you will not be there But because I cannot care … Continue reading

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For Hector Berlioz, on the 145th Anniversary of His Death

Au cimetière Comes it then, to this? To this pale polis choked thick With tiny temples crumbling Below the rumbling heedless overpass Of living town above? To tombs smeared gray with dust, and brown With bony brittle memory Of disregarded … Continue reading

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Yet Another Poem (Because I Should Post Something Regardless)

Salt A love that’s love should be a food For heart and body’s widest weal; As whole and warm as daily bread, A eucharist, to heal. But, no, not you–you’re crystal salt That flavours life but cannot feed; Exciting taste … Continue reading

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Another Poem, While I Mark Time

The Beethoven LP has arrived.  But life, not all of it good, is happening, and I haven’t even taken the album out of the mailing sleeve.  Hopefully, tomorrow. But for now: For Jen on Her Birthday, 1995 When mopish darkness … Continue reading

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