Saturday, March 28, 2020

Thursday, November 28, 2019

RCP

That he died is not important.
He did that only once.
That he lived is everything.
He did that every day.

Saturday, November 23, 2019

Friday, August 2, 2019

Mother's Day 1939

“Take out the crib and leave the playpen, Doc.
The diapers that I’ve got are wearing thin,
the oldest boy has rickets and the skin
on his little sister’s pale enough to shock

Sunday, July 14, 2019

The Rib that Got Away

Yes, Adam was asleep
when God lifted his rib
to make him a helpmate
Well, she helped herself

Saturday, June 15, 2019

The Guitarist That Night

Just thinking about the guitarist that night,
who can sing of love
in the most contorted fashion
until the word has lost all loveliness,

Thursday, May 30, 2019

A Ripple

Much as a still body of water,
when a trifling breeze comes up,
feels a ripple start across the pond
searching for the consummation

Monday, May 20, 2019

Saturn Devouring His Children

In a drawing by Goya never held any horror
for me, devouring as any father,
trying to get the Madonna alone and all
the Madonna ever wanted was the kid

Sunday, May 12, 2019

To a spider this morning

You seem sure-footed enough
as long as you stay
in your web, filaments so thin
I can't see the spokes

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