Monthly Archives: March 2013

Blue 3

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Easter

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Home For?

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Chair 2

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For us believing physicists the distinction between the past, the present, and the future is only an illusion–Albert Einstein   Puzzle of physicists, real as negative numbers, a second chance, wonder of memory, yearning to return.   but all is … Continue reading

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What is T?

  What is T? T.S. Elliot’s first name but no waste land? A drink, a ceremony,  a time of contemplation? A shirt to wear with jeans? What is T?  Two lines at cross purposes? A cover for Ph.D.s  arguing two angles, both of … Continue reading

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Tea

In the beginning was the word  St John, the Divine In the beginning was the word(play st) john, the not so Divine   A certain novice asked his teacher how to become enlightened. The teacher suggested they have some tea. … Continue reading

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Around the Subject I and II

[More on “The Fall,” MS, and falling] round and round,  summer, fall, winter,  sp(ring  around the rosy)  poets recycle (pocket full of posy) life and dea[r]th sentences– no period  at the end my men(o)pause no periods no point (ashes, ashes) stuck, … Continue reading

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After “The Fall*”

[Updated version of an older poem]   Jean-Baptiste, judge un-penitent, Tied are we to your covenant. Like mariner with wedding guest, You cleave us to y(our soul’s unrest. Our negative spaces, where water, now land. Seduced by your traces, we’re … Continue reading

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My Little Butterfly

My Little Butterfly This cruel/hopeful poem written 20 years ago during treatment with cancer drugs, high doses of steroids and reverse isolation for multiple sclerosis when Diane became a quadriplegic was prophetic at the time.  She became beautiful again and was … Continue reading

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