Monthly Archives: March 2021

Education of a poet. A poet who has never been published and who does not claim to be great. And in my eyes (in my eyes) I see no one else but you. Line 4 Meanwhile the detective speaks. Line … Continue reading →

When I was a long poem I was a Big poem. To have and have not. It’s a fairy tale we know what to do with our face. Line 4 Claudette is left. Line 5 Garbo is right. Refrain 1 … Continue reading →

When I look to see what things are. It is just a movie. The window is not the door. Line 4 They say I will sit and think for a long time. Line 5 We browse through the card index … Continue reading →

I’m your knight in shining armor and I love you. You’re the love of my life. You’re my lady. Line 4 American art galleries. Line 5 Sermons bridge part of our lives we save for a rainy day. Refrain 1 … Continue reading →

In church our pastor was Marvin Bell. I called him Kenny Rogers. The sermons were layered in poetry. Line 4 Sometimes the children would stand in the doorway and sing to him “Lady.” Line 5 “I’m so good at it,” … Continue reading →

The mind of the painter. It is not contemplative space. It is two hands moving. Line 4 Drawing is some secret in the fabric. Line 5 The hands are making something. Refrain 1 The mind of the painter. Line 7 … Continue reading →

A preface to the first edition of Jane Eyre. Her work comes through to me without interring about her personality. Imagine it had never occurred to him to think of Emily Dickinson’s dashes as aural notes, rallentandos or rests. Line … Continue reading →

How Charlotte Bronte wrote. We begin with a mystery. Who then wrote the book of life? Line 4 Every young girl’s dream. Line 5 But still the one I need. Refrain 1 How Charlotte Bronte wrote. Line 7 Think it’s … Continue reading →

Dancing in the moonlight. Everybody’s dancing in the moonlight. When they haven’t in a long time. Line 4 Despite their literary eye. Line 5 The Letters of Emily Dickinson. Refrain 1 Dancing in the moonlight. Line 7 As she might … Continue reading →

My life gradually changed in the 1990s. The small-size box of secretarial became publishing. I was no longer isolated essays and catalog texts. Line 4 Long before the Cubists tore up newspaper headlines. Line 5 Street life is a time … Continue reading →