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First, you must be a woman in pain saved by a knight, of course, or comforted by a dowager in tableau grief. Or float like Ophelia, mouth open, hands supplicant, to a Browning heaven. Pretty, but not long for this … Continue reading →

“So fold thyself, my dearest, then, and slip/Into my bosom and be lost in me.”–Tennyson, “Songs from The Princess” He stands in a lane of an October night Dark leaves blowin’ at his feet His breath hangs white on the … Continue reading →

Dressed in a pinstripe suit he promises you the moon but offers you nothing. Reeking of after-shave he claims he can get you ‘the very best deal today.’ He lies about the options & raises the price whenever you think … Continue reading →

True, it gets soiled now & then & after fall with snow. Eventually ice then waiting for beak-pecked memory. Spring’s first robin– full, the mirror bath catches eyes alike, revives new stock. So someone refills it–it is, after all, expected. … Continue reading →

(with apologies to Kenny Rogers) On a warm September mornin’ on a couch in a staffroom I met up with a teacher, we were both too tired to speak. So we took turns a-starin’ out the window at a school … Continue reading →

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“All the world’s a stage,/And all the men and women merely players:/They have their exits and their entrances;/And one man in his time plays many parts.”–William Shakespeare, As You Like It Shakespeare was right, of course, and many of his … Continue reading →

                                                                                                                    “Love took up the glass of Time, and turn’d it in his glowing hands.”–Tennyson, “Locksley Hall” The city wakes up with the dawning People run to catch their bus We almost sleep in, we’re both yawning Rushing out is … Continue reading →

Every Sunday a man walks the campus of memory. He passes tall impersonal-looking buildings, and sometimes flowers, or squirrels foraging. He remembers being happy here—learning, discovering, putting the world in order thanks to books and professors. It is here he … Continue reading →

He could not feel bad here lying under the good stars. The lighthouse was just visible & tall waves knew grey rock. He recalled other beaches, summers & the taste of strawberries. The guitar of wind kissed skin & hair … Continue reading →