Snake loves his shadow, never has to see it…
My mother’s fingers were green with envy, other people’s jewelry…
Dog in a dream is the whole dream…
New age for yellowing paperbacks, must find used bookstore…
Right shoulder nagging like rusted gate…
Jean Sibelius understood the oboe and almost never used it…
Dreamt I was in China with Michael Meteyer; we found a pavilion which, once inside, we saw was Kyoto…
In general swimming is the anodyne to wristwatches and aspirin…
First time I saw a pig in Iowa I thought it was a Greyhound bus…
Who sings of faith ought to look a bit insecure…
If death has a sting does life have a joy buzzer?
Wish I could share a cigarette with Theodore Roethke…
Who thinks of cigarettes while swimming? Me. I gave them up thirty years ago but think of them always, like an old man recalling the batting order of…
Don’t tell me about your academic novel, poems, new production–not until you’ve worked in a soup kitchen more than once….
Ain’t got no never mind no how…
Love Marvin Bell’s “dead man” poems. As good as Berryman but with more philosophy…
Took my shower in the “free gender expression” locker room. Felt expressive. Sang “Don’t Sleep in the Subway”.
Mid-day, mezzo-giorno, giddy and hopeful. What more can he want?
Planet of the Blind 