Category: Traveling
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It comes down to potatoes
It is as I come down this morning and remember having tried to put away five pounds of Idaho potatoes the other night to find you had stashed twenty pounds of sweet potatoes where I store potatoes and onions even though we never eat them and then having left my potatoes out because there was…
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All that seems forever
hill rolls under concrete, skyscrapers, shops, trains, all that seems forever as I climb toward my hotel all that seems forever bends to the hill, rather than the hill bending to it even as the hill shifts its edges, shakes out its cramped spine at will so that all that seems builds its forever in…
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One day in Tangiers
when my feet were sore we shuttled as tourists do from one cobbled shop to the next fitting in more than we should seeking water, hoping for tea, and happening upon the oceanfront through the broken gate all suddenly familiar ruins piled in their own kind of beach head, covered with graffiti, teenagers tramping for…
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It is always the trees
it is always the trees I notice first perhaps because they are shorter, green in the wrong months, palm-leaved exhausted by the never-ending growth they cannot escape next, the grasses vining, matted odd outgrowths of flowers of unsettling crayola shades knock-kneed, longed-necked fowl I am transmuted towards a single of the thousand and one places,…
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Lunch break
down michigan avenue to escape into the wild, to refresh in a kind of feral opening, to stroll past the nature of things, to take in Darwinian oddities unmatched in the deepest forest shops, tourists, taxis, flower pots, stop lights where a shoreline used to wave and flood and turn and curl civilizing the piles…
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This foggy rain
Standing in this foggy rain, it is reasonable, no, expected, to mark a little obscure, so let me begin to explain why poetry would have no need to be written if we all stood here right now in this foggy rain, cold dampness seeping through, its heavy cedar and pine its drizzling down the world…
Poems from in between 