Tag Archive: poem-club

This poem is concerned with language on a very plain level. Look at it talking to you. You look out a window Or pretend to fidget. You have it but… Read more >

The new iPhone, the surprise delightful note, the six hours of sleep, the rabbit trail of PC(USA) ordination standards reviewed for to follow because it’s easier to walk to a… Read more >

Some candle clear burns somewhere I come by. I muse at how its being puts blissful back With yellowy moisture mild night’s blear-all black, Or to-fro tender trambeams truckle at… Read more >

The birds are in their trees, the toast is in the toaster, and the poets are at their windows. They are at their windows in every section of the tangerine… Read more >

At the earliest ending of winter, In March, a scrawny cry from outside Seemed like a sound in his mind. He knew that he heard it, A bird’s cry, at… Read more >

Love and forgetting might have carried them A little further up the mountainside With night so near, but not much further up. They must have halted soon in any case… Read more >

So how have I lived my life since 1999 and not known that March 21 (the day after my anniversary) is World Poetry Day as declared by the UN /… Read more >

I have cast the world,     and think me as nothing. Yet I feel cold on snow-falling day, And happy on flower day.

Brighter than fireflies upon the Uji River Are your words in the dark, Beloved

The scum has come,    My cocoa’s cold. The cup is numb,     And I grow old. It seems an age     Since from the pot It bubbled,… Read more >