Monthly Archives: March 2021

Emily Dickinson brings you back to the room where you sit breathing inside. We sit in the same room with her. It is a Brief Encounter with a poet’s mind. Line 4 All her images are brief. Line 5 We … Continue reading →

The tension between visual reading and perceiving the page as an image. The book becomes aware of the page and the image. The book becomes aware of just how vague and blurred the borders are between writing and visual images. … Continue reading →

I was waiting for Nora to finish her shopping. She was wearing her powder-blue sports clothes. She the phone book and city directory. Line 4 Nancy Drew lives on Riverside Drive. Line 5 Her father is a lawyer. Refrain 1 … Continue reading →

We watch William Powell and Myrna Loy in The Thin Man. When I was a little kid I would express the block. And run to the field behind the house. Line 4 I would see Roth over at Business Machines. … Continue reading →

The internal reception of Emily Dickinson. She writes the acronym poem in my internal dialogues. I’ll stop the world and melt with you. Line 4 You’ve seen the difference and it’s getting better all the time. Line 5 There’s nothing … Continue reading →

The baby shower happens on one side of my life. My family lives on the other side. I see the look in my wife’s eyes. Line 4 Clothing, blankets, swaddles. Line 5 They say I have my father’s voice. Refrain … Continue reading →

Lou Rawls and I sat and waited for a bus. We did not sing It’s A Marvelous Night For A Moondance. We could hear it played on the streets. Line 4 With the stars up above in your eyes. Line … Continue reading →

Had you told me when I was young that I was going to become a poet. I said I had never met a living poet. I would have been Musee Des Beaux Arts. Line 4 I did not know who … Continue reading →

Every poem I write is a poem for you. I never see myself standing beneath Finnegan’s rainbow on Araon Inisheer. I never leave Finnegan’s wake. Line 4 Where then was La Belle Jean Claude France? Line 5 I see we … Continue reading →

She doesn’t know anything about Mrs. Cribbage. Lemonskins in blue light. There is no such thing as five Sundays in Lent. When you print it, it is simply a mistake. Line 5 Fifty Sunday is not all. Refrain 1 She … Continue reading →