Category / Poetry
Three Hawks
Seeresses
Mating Call
Worthy (1974)
One of the earliest things I’ve ever written — somehow it still clings…
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23 Ute
Spinning back down the years; almost as if it were somebody else…
cross the road gladiolas grew
a sizable patch
every imagined color
even peach
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Jean-Cliff
Friendships materializing late in life have a special and different color to them. They will not be understood in this lifetime, but will spew unpredictable fruits and blossoms in times to come.
C.V.
when i was little, even tiny
then my loving was my looking
and when i knew something new
that was something like love too
but with time I saw that “I” saw
that I was he who sees his seeing
so now my love’s become hard work
that I am grateful for its being
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[ Image : I somehow have misplaced which corner of the web where I located this wonderful watercolor… if you recognize it, please help me with it’s attribution, and I’ll ‘like’ you in perpetuity. ]
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Lady From Elsewhen
an illicit kiss in jersey fucking city
sent his gyroscope akimbo one night
and she knows something which you cannot
if you believe it merely a trifle
inflection points in biography maps
scurry into dark recess under scrutiny
like shy but menacing cold-eyed eels
biding moments to deliver destiny’s sting
yoni not unlike the tongues of cows
insisting, not inviting, clutching raw, velcro
leaves an imprint beyond all wishing’s pull:
seed revealed once these bodies decompose
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Feast of San Gennaro
in an enclave, in a city
surging appetites
of an evening aroused
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