Poetry

Show’s over folks. It’s November

November Show's over, folks. And didn't October do A bang-up job? Crisp breezes, full-throated cries Of migrating geese, low-floating coral…

4 years ago

A Heap of Broken Images

What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man, You cannot say,…

5 years ago

Gertrude Stein: Collage and Code

While T.S.Eliot was skulking about in green face powder, Gertrude Stein was communing with Cubists and inventing linguistic collage. And…

5 years ago

In the Salon with Gertrude Stein

It takes a lot of time to be a genius, you have to sit around so much doing nothing, really…

5 years ago

A Little Called Gertrude Stein

There, there, said the parent to the anguished child whose ice cream fell to the gutter. There! There! said the…

5 years ago

The Fifth Fact

There's a move afoot to rename the ten American military bases named for Confederates No more forts named for the…

5 years ago

Sailing Through This to That

May the tide carry you out beyond the face of fear. Three poems for Sunday. Yesterday it snowed and I…

5 years ago

For Elaine

To a Sewist, with thanks. This is just to say ...  . (Pictures to follow once they have been released…

5 years ago

April and Silence: Three and a Bit from Tomas Tranströmer

Politics without mercy, demonic world events, power without responsibility, nature takes flight. National Insecurity The Under Secretary leans forward and…

5 years ago

Coastal Command

My uncle Lawrence Holford was killed by a Bristol Beaufighter. Maybe two.  My father worshipped his older brother Laurie, and…

5 years ago