Tag: poetry
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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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11/29
we long for peace it seems to surround us but perhaps it is only darkness falling with its uneven temper ——————— In response to Jennifer Knoblock’s plaintive poem, Winter.
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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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Walk in woods
this morning I yearned to become that yellow leaf twirling down, catching an edge of the sun spinning past
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My window at night ix
no sound fuller than the wind tossing leaves up and over and against our window screen as we lie here, breeze smoothing our shoulders retreating, surrendering at long last
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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…
Poems from in between 