where the writers are

Allan James Cox's Writings

View Allan’s Books | Read Allan’s other writings below.

Poem
Dec.19.2010
Mortality I'm working atfeeling how it iswith a snowmanbeing thawed to death.I'm thinking I wouldlike the pace,the orderliness of it all.I would have feltthe joy at being rolledinto being by the children.I also enjoyedbeing a statuelooked upon with delightby my creatorsand walkers-byin the neighborhood.I, like everyone,enjoy Christmas andwas lucky to be aroundfor...
Poem
Burghers of Calais
Dec.15.2010
@font-face { font-family: "Arial"; }@font-face { font-family: "Franklin Gothic Book"; }p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }div.Section1 { page: Section1; } Auguste Rodin: Book Note & Poem by Rainer Maria Rilke Here is a book I came across recently that is a...
Poem
Dec.08.2010
Availability Waking just past dawn,I made my way through the kitchen,saw fresh light in the dining roomand knew the predictedthree inches of snow had fallen.Looking down the streetfrom the window—tire tracks already clearfrom the automobile’s assertionagainst this urban obstacle—I might say snow and citiesdon’t mix—a shallow negation.The ephemeral beautybefore...
Poem
Dec.01.2010
Arrival We know each other, not really well. I come to your office. Before I sit down, you ask if I'd like coffee. I say yes. We go to the alcove together and fill up. When we return there's the agenda- we know that- but there's more. You ask me what I'm thinking. I take the time to tell you. I ask you what you're thinking. You take the time to tell me. We don'...
Poem
Allan Cox
Nov.24.2010
Thanksgiving Stone cold water— an expression from aThomas Lux poem— shivers meto attention. Standing straight but not rigid, looking clear but not hard— at the day. Walking now with the blanket over my shoulders, out the cabin, letting the screen door slam, bare feet deftly cognizant of the cracks in the porch floor, down the two steps, across the dewy earth...
Poem
Nov.17.2010
Intuitive I don't want to counter my intuitive. My intuitive is usually wiser than my rational. When people say counter-intuitive they mean counter-common sense. If my rational should sometimes prove more intuitive than my intuitive, then that's the true intuitive and it isn't counter.   From Allan Cox's collection, "Supple at the Edges."...
Poem
Nov.10.2010
Basket I heard myself ruminating,Life is such a-and hesitated, not long,before finishing . . . basket,not knowing why this isthe image that came forth.The basket I conceiveis a loose wood weave,natural colored strips,its arching handletight and firm so it canbe carried though full,medium-size so thatit hangs easily at my side.Its stored objectsat present, small,...
Poem
Nov.03.2010
Collisions I'm operating from memoryand my facts are shaky,but that's not the point.In 1906 in Dayton, Ohiothere were onlytwo automobilesand on a fateful daythey collided.On a day of heavy snowin town, all the residentsof the block haveshoveled their walks.Except one, who merelycut a shovel-width lanepast his house.Two pedestrians movingtoward each other both...
Poem
Oct.27.2010
Garage The first garageI can remember satbehind a Chicago two-flatin which we rented outthe first floor.Our father kept our carin this space thatcan't be called anythingbut shabby-dirt-cakedwindows, a rickety bi-folddoor that had to be coaxedopen and closed to drivethe car in and out.The frame-slatted walls,never blessed with paint,were a dreary presence.The...
Poem
Oct.18.2010
October The first cold October daycomes on a Saturdayand brings comfort-an inside time for catching upon leftover honey-do tasks,puttering in the study,slow movement, soft voicesthroughout the house,not yet chill enough tochristen the season's fireplace.Instead, thoughts turn to thefew warm sunlit daysthat remain and numberedHalloweens past whenmischief among us...