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Poem
Oct.13.2010
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Poem
Oct.06.2010
Auburn As if you didn't know,hair has powers,can be most beguiling.My sister, seven years older,had the gift in high school.My father, Christian born-again,called it her "crowning glory"-got that, I think,somewhere in the Bible.When the sun shone onher rich brown manelate afternoon, it stunnedwith an auburn glow.My first true love-met when I wasa...
Poem
Sep.29.2010
Mistake She made a mistakeand was embarrassedby it.After-thought broughtno immediate relief.It was not so muchshe wronged anotheras herself—I was so sneakyI was _____I was _____Apology a remedyfor sure,a further recognition—an affirming coursethereafter:“What was Idoing there?”Then a finalizingmantra from poetKathleen Raine:I never saw any reasonto regard a...
Poem
Sep.22.2010
Early You’re up early on a cold biting dayin a city you don’t know.You have your coat collar tight around your neck,stepping at a pace faster than normal, without a destination,leaning forward into the day. The street that bends to the right just aheadis lined on one side by apartment buildingsin which well-to-do people live,and have yet to stir,and on the other...
Poem
Sep.15.2010
September The sun is up,bright this Monday morning,marking the first full weekof school for most kids.The waning days of summeron the calendar,yet fall has begun . . .I know from thecoolness in my chest.The window washerworks the high-riseacross the street-swinging with arhythm blessedin his precarious chariot.What of meat the startof this new year?I turn to this...
Poem
Sep.08.2010
Ruts and reliance-the brief accountof my Aunt Maggie,star citizen of a hamlet inParis, Alabama, 1953.She was the only whitein this rutted road lifebaked six inches deepin summer,mud slop in winter.When I met her,the first and only time,she was planted withher 400 pounds in acanvas director's chairin the front of her two-roomtar paper shack.She had a laugh asbig...
Poem
Sep.01.2010
Manners Columbus Park,a public landscape gemof architecture at thefurthest west edgeof Chicago in a sectioncalled Austin, had a wintersled run, beguiling lagoon,nine-hole golf course,and on summerSunday afternoons,a lush green spacetucked awayfor lawn bowling.What an unlikely pictureto me as a young boy,come upon it unexpectedly-the men in white shoesand trousers...
Poem
Aug.25.2010
Presence  Sometimes, short-haul, I look back from where I am and see something inside me knew where I was going all the time.   Some sort of compass   I look back on my career- now a fairly long one- and see that a statement I made long ago, and quickly forgot, about what I wanted to do and be, is exactly what I do and am in making of my living....
Poem
Aug.18.2010
Rescue Have you everfelt like achick breaking outof its shell?The questionis no referenceto your original birth,rather to your strugglefor freedom since then:How do you spendyourself in resistanceto your very innards?This is you, you know,don’t you, the original you,psychology’s missing piece—out now, trying to dropa line into your own deep river.The awakening—be...
Poem
Aug.11.2010
Vacating The time after a vacation is different, isn't it? I ask her, rhetorically. Whether you go to tranquil woods or teeming cities, coasts or fields, slopes or valleys, Ashland drama series or Paris Air Show . . . She waits till I finish my little recitation and answers: Only if you allow yourself to be a stranger- there, and on your return.   From Allan Cox...