Month: November 2015

November 27, 2015 admin No comments exist

The Palms along Sarasota Bay   Lithe fingers that sway and wave long eye lashes sound like rain on touching in the brightest midday sound like secreted showers mourning the Florida sun.     Poet’s Notes #### If you feel strongly about this poem, leave a comment below! The image of the initial draft can…

November 20, 2015 admin No comments exist

  At Prospect Park Brooklyn In the park alone, I stand or sit and nobody charges me a fee. No one can ask me to leave. Nobody will be dragging a mop dipped in acrid cleaner as a hint. It may snow soon; it’ll surely rain. But I can stay, there’s no curfew. The police…

November 13, 2015 admin No comments exist

Toolmakers The tools were simple but we never mocked them. There was nothing to compare. Those stones gave us life. In shattering and skinning we loosened the vital flesh that nourished brave bones, helped us find shelter, rest. The toolmakers are now dead. A user grips something with fresh trepidation not knowing who made it….

November 6, 2015 admin No comments exist

For Phillip   He asked me what it’s like to write a really good poem and I began but couldn’t assemble the words because we were in the office. His eyebrows rose as if to say it must be awesome if suddenly the poet should became speechless. You should write a poem about me he…