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April 2016

V is for Vixen

V is for Vixen


A female fox, I think

Moving in from the country

To the London suburbs


Fox-hunting was outlawed,

You know, giving all the

Red-fur, sure-footed

Creatures and creations


A chance for a shopping

Life, residing maybe in



Red herring, reality before

Fallacy, was used to train

Hounds in fox-hunting:


What if it’s a delicacy for

Foxes now (red herring,

Not the hound)?


Fallacy become fact in



With foxes in chaise

Lounges, leaning back

Into beneficent afternoon

Sunshine, snacking on

Salty fish

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U is for (Unseen)

U is for (Unseen)


What we are we cannot see

Values, mores, inclinations

Preference toward criminality

Or toward the light


Words make these real,

Sometimes more than actions

Actions become lessons in

Addition to what happened

And what was achieved



(môr′āz, thanks to freedictionary)

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Notebook Poems with Psalms 34 and 35

Notebook Poems (while downstairs)

with Psalms 34 and 35


Three O’Clock or Thereabout


train sounds out back

from the first floor


deep, uneven thrumming

circles of wheels

train sirens cry and split the local sky

nostalgically, we might still call that

a whistle


after time, train finishes with us

our cars may go

ebb and flow returns to town

until Moses-like the tide of trains

halves us again




child at table works

lead pencil scratches paper

timely task now done


Psalm 34

a song of tears



hear my cry

and when I’m through

hear my chafed whispering


Psalm 35

song with a question


Lord, are you there

it’s not Margaret of the book

it’s simply unwritten me


Machine-Less Listening


I hear a trumpet call


(two bits a quarter from

pieces of eight)

Gabriel’s apprentice practices

for the final fanfare

at the end of school in June




at table round I write

who knew Arthur should meet here

liege folk

talking of charity

T. H. White’s “Might for Right”

until Mordred and Lancelot

ruin everything

Appalachian Highway

Appalachian Highway


Moving life and death back

And forth: death dominated

On an earlier day


With eight persons shot in

Pike County homes, south

Of Columbus


Where the mountains rise

And God looks deep into


T is for Tarantella

T is for Tarantella


It’s been set to music,

And I like the story

That goes


That if one dances

Fast enough with zest

And spirit and need,


The poison will

Withdraw from out

The spider’s bite


Perspiration, perhaps

Perhaps reward of

Tribute to Arachne


Who knows, maybe

To the mischief of

Ananzi, too


Now let’s make our

Own tale of such

Movement and lost

Consciousness in

Dance to take us


To a place where

Divinity gives


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Bard’s Day

Bard’s Day

(23 April)


It’s a word that without

Context is simply one

Strange sound


Add a letter, the hair

On the bottom of his

Face has definition


Instead substitute

A letter, the word

And man (he was a

Man) take flight


Happy birthday, man

Of words that fly

S is for Science

S is for Science


Science is skill

Practice and progress

Discipline, consistent

Method and trial


So is poetry-making

Poeia in ancient Greek

(The process of



Both are spiritual acts

Dealing with creation

And miracle


Though scientists and

Poem-makers might

Not see the fabulous

Beyond amazing

Accomplishments of



In effect, the miracle

Being us


Well, so be it


I see the soul, and

That’s my science


Global, adhesive

Respect will keep our

World together


And so I will look

Forward to your way


And we may measure

And skillfully remake

The cosmos together

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First Day

First Day


The first thing I do

Is scope the day

Maybe I suss out

How I’m feeling


Unconsciously, I think

Of God


S: How can you do

With any awareness

An unconscious thing?


How can I not

Look out the window

See the wide dark

Bend of branches

Reaching up toward

Undefined scenery



And not think about

Even in my fuzzied

State of waking up


Who made it all, the

Unclear parts, too


S: Well


Well, nothing—I

Think of God


And when the light

Gets bigger with

Some yellow, I’ll

Think better

Lyric about Leaving

Lyric about Leaving

(on, frankly, overhearing the first line

in conversation)


Don’t ever go away

But we go away, when we must

I don’t like it, either


If I move, it doesn’t mean

I feel your leaving less, your

Presence in my life leaving



The only joy in leaving is



I go to strangers, so why would

I want to stay


I’ll come back, and maybe

You’ll return to me, too

I know it can happen if in

Uncertain ways


I hope my will and yours are

Of one mind in which calm

Love takes over when together

From the day


From the day

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