Category Archives: Free verse

Apology

We didn’t think- that racism gone underground would spread roots that a buffoon could call hate to arms that even a fool would choose to destroy the earth that Orwell’s nightmare would come real that our indifference would fertilize Evil … Continue reading

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Lines on the First Day of Planting

That spot in my down-low back (that place where the cute girls had dimples) where aching begins while I’m not watching where spasms will sing me to sleep where I creak in the slow mornings From that place will now … Continue reading

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Betrayals

Betrayals click off our days each with its fresh footfall toward whatever follows death now the tension in the shoulders now the sudden pain in the arch soon the fist tightening the heart or the quick sluice of blood in … Continue reading

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The Resistance

It’s slow waiting for life to return and cold so cold underground Still we push break our own hardened shells stretch a blade to the sun or to the place it should be. It used to be there. First days … Continue reading

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Truth, Then and Now

Running to catch up with time lost on the way to meaning, I trip over the last word spoken and fall into a dead memory: A time half a century ago the first time I learned how to stop breathing … Continue reading

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Muse

Head hung low I beg forgiveness for recent betrayals for failures of art for distracted busyness. She moves away more slowly less hurt in her silky eyes breath of forgiveness perhaps as, when I reach out to catch her, she … Continue reading

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Promises of February in Syracuse

This season– the season of branches weighed down heavy wet snow muffling living needles of cut flowers the only flowers fanning desperate petals before they die This day– a day of nervous dogs wishing for freedom curled tight asleep in … Continue reading

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