Night Ride
This is your receipt, not a ticket for travel. Please proceed. Ignore the rubbish tip, the vulgar negligee of fencing. The camera has no eye. The gate is open. Birth-toss out on a limb....
Monthly Archive: April 2017
Training Ground
Today it’s called “history”. Tomorrow, it’s lost in the weeds. The day after that, it’s once again pristine.
Rules for the Mystical Poetry Contest
Michael Ruby and I spent a Sunday afternoon in late April talking poetry at his farmhouse. We took a long walk in the woods and heard birdsong and worried about ticks in the grass....
Even in Arkansas
Another ambitious morning of April, the usual idle reading, now it’s the dictionary—a reach, a stretch, a flip of the pages—a big book after all, to arrive at—Oh! the “wood-thrush”! Not our feathery friend...
Sun-Turning, Dream-Turning Flower
Soon the trout lilies will be blooming in the Catskill Mountains. According to the Almanac of Persephone: “Their pretty yellow flowers follow the sun during the day and close at night, only to turn...
Cemetery: Selected Rules & Regulations
Indecorous. Unpermitted. Abide. Flowers. Shrubs. Boxes. Shells. Removed. Toys. Bric-a-Bracs. Shepherd’s Hooks. Other Hanging Devices. Expunged. Borders. Balloons. Glass. Coins. Disallowed. Photographs. Jewelry. Grave Lights. Out, Out! Cooperate. Enjoy. Comply. Thank you. Goodbye.
Land of Plenty
Spring. I know because when the roar of the car wash ceases momentarily I can hear the song of peepers in the adjacent woods. I don’t know how those woods have survived this long....
All In This Together
I don’t usually pick up hitchhikers but in dream anything goes and a collie is in the car too and they make good listeners so when the hitchhiker climbs in and says just drive...
With or Without
Yesterday last day of ski season bright and warm the slopes “corning up nicely” loudspeakers around the base lodge blaring not-so-modern-anymore “I’ll stop the world and melt with you” all these people with pricey...