a book of poems using whatever means necessary
Bill gives an overview of the book:
Still Life with a Cat
How spastic the cat’s fancy.
No, that’s not it. From another
perspective, there are so many ways
to look. It has been years since I
last saw his face watching a kitten
grow. No. He couldn’t. Not really. I watched
for a day, days on end. Distracted by
purrs & fur & whiskers & canines &
claws & commercials on TV. There
is no time-lapse to get bigger in. No,
at least, not now. How plastic the fast can
see. Close. Not quite. The kitten got bigger,
became a cat. I concluded it
grew within me, without me. Between us,
we created a moment or shared
a source of one… Oh yes, I remember:
How elastic the past can be.
Now we talk; that time we
shared grew in her own
time. Awkward, we move closer—
a past we used, to know
(from another perspective…) &
further from this being that comes
between us… which we can’t. As yet.
My first poem was published in Paper Pudding in 1972, a Sonoma County literary magazine. Moved to San Francisco in 1973, was one of the original members of the Bay Area Poets Coalition in 1974 and helped create their Summer Solstice & Autumn Equinox Poetry...