The bills are current, the bed is made. It was sunny and bright at eight, though snow stacks up in for-a-while-yet piles. It is the ‘eye’ of winter and we are still alive. When February slips under the wild days of March, what will come? I am trusting that the heart is a sturdy crocusContinue reading “Cuore Come Fiore”
Category Archives: Free Verse
My Sister Screamed Underwater
My sister screamed underwater once, years ago. We were taking swimming lessons and I remember the scene as if it were a still-life, maybe or a painting by Andrew Wyeth, though my sister’s name was Helen, not Christina. The painting I remember is done in the baked-out colours of august, where anything young or greenContinue reading “My Sister Screamed Underwater”
Might Have Been Somebody
One of the big boats is moving, about to disappear, existing not much longer at the aged horizon. You cannot see from here, but must imagine there is a whirling radar, observing, set atop her steel wheelhouse tower. On his solitary round, a deck-hand will be making certain every ore-hatch is battened down, lest theContinue reading “Might Have Been Somebody”
Sweet Bruises
a human being is hard to kill. the killing often takes 80 or more years and can involve various instruments, some sharp, all brutal. the system of a bi-pedal body is sturdy enough that any worthy attack must occur on several fronts in order to be effective. for teaching example, I offer myself. something hasContinue reading “Sweet Bruises”
Dear Nancy Reagan
Capitol records are round and they play with a beautiful sound. I sent ‘em my tape on the fourth of July but they did not respond. I howl at the moon at midnight and make people laugh at the sight. I’ve often been told, I should never come back ‘cause I give folks a terrible fright.Continue reading “Dear Nancy Reagan”
A Wildebeest Watching the Six O’clock News
If a Wildebeest could watch the six o’clock news, would it be any different from me and you? I present this story as if it were true… A Wildebeest watches the six oclock news, his horns sit idly on the table nearby. Got his feet up, drinkin’ a beer, eating chips and dip. His window on theContinue reading “A Wildebeest Watching the Six O’clock News”
Pastoral
Pastoral Winter wheat charms the field, whispering.A steady farmer turns his back,tips away from sunlight’s doings awhile,much does need repair. With complaint, but willing, still,exhausted drones turn down their clocks,hope another hour of daylight can be foundthat isn’t stolen from tomorrow. In his nest, in a tree, out front,one drowsy squirrel bothers notto brush boldContinue reading “Pastoral”
One Great Blue Heron
A new poem.
The Butterfly Migrations
The Butterfly Migrations Imagine a place where sun shines, exactly as is best for you. That is home. There are more places you must be, at times and, often, without perfect weather to feel, there can be what is merely tolerable, enough to fill a hungry day. Sun arrives, sun goes away. I see you,Continue reading “The Butterfly Migrations”
A Bad Dog, Barking
We are, I am so full of electronic living. A Violet glow of flimsy shadow slides me down deeper into button-tufted marshmallow – the faux-leather quicksand where thousands have already died. Oh! the high fidelity screams! Oh! the colour-balanced terrors, all fifty-five inches of them interlaced! The worst of everything smears our face. Like LittleContinue reading “A Bad Dog, Barking”
Robert On The Air 