Thursday, Feb. 24, 2011 10:42 pm
I thought I knew the way fromsheridan to lake shore driveup there by chicago’s icy edgebut somehow found myselfdriving beside the lake ona sweet snowy paved roadno wider than my honda scant room...
Thursday, Feb. 17, 2011 05:20 pm
I have to keepforgiving myself forthings I haven’t done:promises unkeptpromises I don’t recallever having madepromises to myselffor what I’ve wantedto do but haven’t yetand pro...
Thursday, Feb. 10, 2011 01:38 pm
worst blizzard in years on tuesdaythat evening the school parking lotnext door got plowed I thoughtprematurely left a mountain of snowbetween me and the curb then ateleven o’clock I heard laught...
Thursday, Jan. 27, 2011 05:18 pm
so this isn’t a poemyou may be weary of grief but saturday was damaris’s birthday her sisters and her nephews in the west built a big bonfireburned the clothesshe died in burneda slice of ...
Thursday, Jan. 13, 2011 01:25 am
One of Damaris’s friends sent this poem just in time for Dec. 20, 2010, too late to publish for the Solstice. But it is fitting now, for we are still seeing snow and feeling cold as the days gra...
Thursday, Jan. 6, 2011 06:00 pm
well now it’s new year’s againan occasional poem is writtenfor an occasion: robert frostwrote one for JFK maya angelouwrote one for bill clinton butwhen wordsworth was england’spoet ...
Wednesday, Dec. 29, 2010 07:58 am
we tried to keep track: this caring personcalled at the house this one sent flowers this one brought food this one wrote, e-mailed, phoned, this one prayed or chanted or arranged a meditation which li...
Thursday, Dec. 9, 2010 01:39 am
my brother-in-law listened toa life-weary friend of many years.“Have you learned to love yourself?”my brother-in-law asked.“I try,” said the friend, “but Idon’t suc...
Thursday, Dec. 2, 2010 10:03 am
The most dangerous gameIs Tooth FairyA terrible bargainIn your moist palmA SacagaweaUnder his pillowA shard of boneAnd if, at the wrong moment,You coughOr a nightmare wakes himOr the dog growlsOr, or,...
Wednesday, Nov. 24, 2010 12:47 pm
deep dusk I gaze down from thelittle cessna at the california roadsnow strings of bright moving beadsthe little towns puddles of lightthe big ones their mall areas awash spaced streetlamps tiny points...


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