In the Deep, Expectant Dark

In the Deep, Expectant Dark for May Ziadeh I cried my tears. I cried your tears on your behalf. I cried in the places where your tears melted and trickled toward mine. I felt your fears and my themes passing through me and on… I looked into your years, and wants, and poetry. That night,…… Continue reading In the Deep, Expectant Dark

The Reddest Leaves

Don’t talk about the dream aloud, so I see that little brown, glossy-coated bear running low to the ground and coming toward me in the solitary, unmoving morning air, beside the outside gate of the swimming pool, and in the dream, I consider, if I don’t glare at the bear, if I act kindly, it…… Continue reading The Reddest Leaves

The Moon’s Different Forms Tonight

… Before bed Through the window, the moon is now shaped as a soft golden-yellow chrysanthemum and then like little square windows painted all golden-white…the tears left, the face kissed… while in the dark. —Jade

A Flowing Poem, Picked from an Anthology: “Upon Julia’s Clothes” by Robert Herrick

A poem to enjoy from the second anthology I’d been reading through, The Norton Book of Light Verse edited by Russell Baker. UPON JULIA’S CLOTHES Whereas in silks my Julia goes, Then, then, me thinks, how sweetly flows The liquefaction of her clothes! Next, when I cast mine eyes and see The brave vibration each…… Continue reading A Flowing Poem, Picked from an Anthology: “Upon Julia’s Clothes” by Robert Herrick