I cannot seem to translate the wordless words in my heart;
the young foals spill from their mother and walk in seconds; Continue reading
I have not seen the latest iPhone but
I’m sure it will be a little bit prettier
than the one before it and
the one before that. Continue reading
In that corner
a window fan
inhales frigid
air
in this corner
single-malt
catches
the ceiling fan’s perfect circle
over
a huddle of boxes
flowering open
into an unknown space
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I had an exchange with a friend several weeks ago on the tearing down of statues; we only wrote to one another, at first, in poems, and we wrote our poems in under an hour, so excuse us the flaws in our work. I offer it to you here as an interruption in programming, before the event recedes too much in the rearview mirror.
I am not an iconoclast, although I wholeheartedly endorse removing statues to Confederate generals and those whose purpose was wrapped up in the institution of slavery. This trend can, of course, go far past the original target. I feel this awkward need simultaneously to apologize for the poem and to explain it and even (at least in part) to justify it.
Here are the poems; I will say a few words of explanation after them. Continue reading
Into the Clarities 