You look out of your window, and realize something is growing in the garden of your vision and when you take a closer look you notice they are small mushrooms of loneliness. Popping out in the garden even if you never planted them. Fungi are like that, they move through this world in mysterious ways, they … Continue reading Mary Oliver – In Blackwater Woods
Wet Spring
It is spring again lovers are holding hand and, welcoming the cherry blossoms to bloom recklessly in their love making. As their tongues flick in and out of their mouths I can see waterfalls rushing from meeting of their thighs to this heavenly erotic landscape, to join the warm seas of pleasure. And … Continue reading Wet Spring
Adrienne Rich – Twenty One Love Poems No. 2
Adrienne Rich Twenty One Love Poems No. 2 I wake up in your bed. I know I have been dreaming. Much earlier, the alarm broke us from each other, You've been at your desk for hours. I know what I dreamed: our friend the poet comes into my room where I've been writing for days, … Continue reading Adrienne Rich – Twenty One Love Poems No. 2
Waking Up In a Lover’s Bed Alone
After reading Adrienne Rich's Twenty One Love Poems No. 2 : Ah the beds we have slept on in the houses' of kind lovers after they have left. They leave us there alone to imagine what it is like to be them in their space. They leave us to spread our body further in their … Continue reading Waking Up In a Lover’s Bed Alone
Perfect Weather To Eat Clouds
A-uh the weather is perfect right now the March 28th of the year two thousand and seventeen - --------------------------------------DC Spring, welcome! -----------------------Welcome to this house - I have been waiting for you, ---and I love you more than all the snow flakes, that for some reason couldn't land properly this year or never came! -------Today … Continue reading Perfect Weather To Eat Clouds
Lucille Clifton – poem in praise of menstruation
3.23.17 Lucille Clifton poem in praise of menstruation if there is a river more beautiful than this bright as the blood red edge of the moon if there is a river more faithful than this returning each month to the same delta if there is … Continue reading Lucille Clifton – poem in praise of menstruation
Wild Poet of My House
This morning, March 22nd, 2017 - I woke up like a baby bird unsure of my location, with an open mouth to be fed poetry worms, yet I had no mother, no worms, no lover, no kisses, no lines. Soon, just like any loner bird would, I learned the only way an alone bird can survive is … Continue reading Wild Poet of My House
William Carlos Williams – Danse Russe
Poem: Danse Russe William Carlos Williams If when my wife is sleeping and the baby and Kathleen are sleeping and the sun is a flame-white disc in silken mists above shining trees,- if I in my north room dance naked, grotesquely before my mirror waving my shirt round my head and singing softly to myself: … Continue reading William Carlos Williams – Danse Russe
Derek Walcott – Love After Love – Adieu Derek
Adieu Derek - you did feast on this life, now onto the next one! I was doing this yesterday evening without knowing I will be saying goodbye to you today - I made dinner, poured wine, thanked my kidneys and liver, and smiled remembering it is still good to be me with me - Tonight … Continue reading Derek Walcott – Love After Love – Adieu Derek
EEC – ‘pity this busy monster, manunkind’
Listen - you'll hear it - Will you come with me? - I promise nothing nor know what awaits us, but we can hold hands, and we like good times. 'pity this busy monster, manunkind' pity this busy monster, manunkind, not. Progress is a comfortable disease: your victim (death and life safely beyond) plays with … Continue reading EEC – ‘pity this busy monster, manunkind’
One Poem At A Time 