Monthly Archives: April 2019

Wand

Man, Five Points Square New York 1916. Paul STRAND  Exhaustion has its tale to tell Like the gaze beneath the dusty hat In the shadows, staring, unseeing, unknowing Sun slopes down the slum-houses upon a cheek The brown skin, curving mouth, tight jaw Showing up more years than are due — guileless light The afternoon […]

images

how poetry begins: a soft building fire in the deep interior * * fever-hot night yellow moon the car is rocking romance in summer — don’t bother us we have just been born * * language… shifting skies… by what has this world been burdened and for whom celebrated since her eyes opened * * […]

two poems

is it the right way does it look to be the right way that is what you think about driving in the city does it just feel to be the right way that is what you think about driving in the city it is not too late to turn back you know somebody slips into […]