Hiaku for James

Old man on guitar electric marshal on stage ancient at twenty-eight


Blue-Stained Skies

We beat back the long grey clouds stretching out coating the tops of our skyscraper world and put down hard blankets of the deep chill reaching through the flat-light afternoons to earth. * Long hours long nights long roads long horizons November-February skies mix together into mate tombstone paintings until time strips away mistakes in... Continue Reading →

The Poet’s Keeper

I am not a poet for poets My lines won't stay straight under scrutiny hands with skill will feel my ineptitude fault lines of an idiot in the dark * drunkenly scratching sketches on the wall if you look at no art, it looks like art no art looks like my art next to good art... Continue Reading →


  I see you standing under disco light The universe readjusts around you My world moves to create a new center Particles of dust freeze around your form. * You under the trees, a delicate frame Around your feet dead leaves, hair frames your face and everything nods in your direction. * I see you... Continue Reading →

Beat Away the Blues 1967

(Ekphrastic poem for Nina Simone, Boston Photograph by Lee Tanner 1967) Stand alone in a world of black on white cords disappear in depths, wires spark sound with lips apart arms apart lights apart eyes hidden behind wider angles flash * holding up the metal sun of the mic roaring at the hub city on... Continue Reading →

Poem for the Man on the Corner Again

Pastiche People I have seen all this before, without you. Echo children, they fit us together. Did you think this was the very first time here? Easily broken men, this might never end.   Patchwork people, shadows in the moonlight Broken records repeat for new partners Old jokes used before slid them in again The... Continue Reading →

Poem for a young Jew

Timeless   Do you say you think that I look timeless? Dark rings, dark circles, shadows round and round My brow lined with other people’s secrets She tells me Jewish men never look young.   Is it the beard that hides my too round cheeks? Or the scalp peeking through my too thin hair? The... Continue Reading →

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