Monday Poem

Alarm Wake up as much as possiblebefore you sleep………………… catchyour breath while the sun’s upwhen……….in February after a snoweverything’s so soaked with lightsleep……… is impossibleand all that’s left is to catch a dayby an hour………………. and dance.. ….in incandescence forget……….. about sleep and dreamsforget……….. the doldrums andwake……….. to what the crows cawcackling over road kill…………………

Monday Poem

Expect nothing and nothingwill come bearing something—sure thing Sure Thing This is how the world began:expecting nothing but see how something(a blazing ballcaroming off the tip of Kepler’s cue)breaks the horizontrailing a passionate veil of crimson lightwhich sets the sea afire with fierce luminescenceand me with fierce delight this is how it is:the earth, without…

Monday Poem

Caresses and Cuffs Silence thick as her stews sometimesfilled my grandmother’s housebut for the cars on 15hissing toward Picatinnyon a wet nightbig black Packards or Buicksheavy as a hard life,Chevy’s wide whitewallsspinning over asphalt on a two-lanebefore the interstate sliced througha table in her living roomcluttered with snaps of Jim and JackHoward Frank Velma RuthGladys…

Monday Poem

Aftermath Goaded by hurricane the river raged through on a tear to the sea taking trucks and treesOil tanks bobbed under bridgeson swells of liquid gravitya wood-framed studio pirouetted from its piersoff downstream, a ship of art, rudderlessuntil it lodged against the steellifts of the dam gatesCellars filled with siltand whatever the river’d dredgedfrom back-yard…

Monday Poem

“Several males hold a hand or foot of the rival so the victim can be damaged at will.” — Poet C.K. Williams on chimpanzee behavior in his poem “Apes” Survivable Bliss seeing DNA’s serpentine double helixa thought occurs that Adam’s snakehissing from its tree was another kind of knowingnot thought of in those many-years BC…

Monday Poem

Burnt Love My memory’s a divine brothel, he saidremembering a fog of lust What drives a man is evanescent;even that fierce flame. Jesus how time clips wings and burieseven conflagrations in dust In a pool of recall,which is always troubledby a new morning breeze,you may never seethe forest or the trees—but there is a gazebeneath…

Monday Poem

Which matters more, Philosophy or Ecology? How many thoughts can dance on the head of a radioactive pin, and for how long? –Roshi Bob Does Philosophy Matter It’s high summerwild green thrusts itselfagainst the boundsof clipped lawnsHuns of sumacamassed at a farm’s edgesurge toward logicalrows of beets andwell-reasonedranks of peppersignoring the protocolof invitation underthe wingspreadof…

Monday Poem

Band of Saints still in his gardenlighthe apologized to his sunflowers promising things wouldchangehe swore by all that’s right that he would end hiswarwith the earth that brings them forth on stalks thick asthievesupon which bright heads turn from northleavesopen as palms of supplicating hands in rows of six foot stems awalldense as the barnside…

Monday Poem

Matryoshka BoxesAh, to think outside the box.But this box is too big —more thanlight years across (limitless in fact)so thinking out there has been a problemand (with the way it’s been)seems to be pretty much impossible A thought that big(a thought outside this box)would be divine To think outside this boxrequires a perspective well beyondthe…

Monday Poem

“(Physicist) Stephen Hawking … showed that black holes were not completely black but could leak radiation …” Crumb of Light Black holes are not completely black.One physicist says they leak lightso even in deepest spacewhere nothing breatheswhere you couldn’t be more alonewhere stillness is not peace but icewhere distance between entitiesmakes the idea of neighborhood…