Category Archives: National Poetry Month

Spenser palimpsest

One day I carved her name upon the stall Door, but the janitor painted over it; So I wrote it on a different wall But some wise guy drew a giant arrow With the note, “Nice piece of ass!” Pointing … Continue reading

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Dylan Thomas Palimpsest

Don’t go quietly with those “good” cops. Raise arms and they might shoot you dead; beware at even “routine” traffic stops. Wise guys know when something “pops” to duck and run, cover their heads; they don’t go quietly with those … Continue reading

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From Book VII, Aeneid, for #WhanthatAprilleDay16

The wrath of Juno and her last-ditch plan to stop Aeneas, from book VII, lines 308-12. (I just realized I say Juno’s angry about Aeneas reaching Troy; obviously, I should’ve said “Italy.” But it was such a pain uploading this … Continue reading

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Pastoral Sketches

A loose “dystranslation” of one of Virgil’s Eclogues, which I’ve been playing around with this month. Licorice I. “My love’s run off with a beat cop” goes the cry from Gallus and everyone gathers round to listen even the bees … Continue reading

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Reformation Time

Jonny Lohr was kind enough to send me his new chapbook, Reformation Time. Then Asha and I checked it out in the afternoon sunlight in my office…

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Spring

Morning coffee cooling, the language just out of reach. Harsh slashes on wind, on water, loves caught up in old songs, gone to seed. Yet we hear them coming again, stirring in groin, oh no oh yes — it’s spring … Continue reading

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Sentence

Just because we don’t think about the sentence doesn’t mean we don’t think about it. The sentence works on us in our sleep. A voice calls from the balcony jarring the dark and the audience holds its breath, waiting. We … Continue reading

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