Category Archives: New Free Verse

Poetry 2012

My dead (recast, for Jeffrey)

My poem, My Dead, needs another stanza. So, baby brother, you are now a new, very sharp stone in my pocket too. Thanks for walking with me. I call them my dead,not that they don’t stillbelong to themselvesor to the … Continue reading

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Closure

closure– this thing I need where sad packs deep but neatly in its place under a shiny brown shell the way an acorn hides the potential of a tree inside of it–a pain 200 years old, living, still growing and … Continue reading

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Pretty things

Across the street From the cemetery Is the house We grew up in, its yard Confettied with yellow leaves We’d rake in piles to dive into Scattering them again Today, my loss Is tied with a bright bow Like a … Continue reading

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Things my brother taught me

Not all toys are mine. Don’t wear your glasses when playing Batman vs Catwoman. Always say I love you. Don’t sing over the radio if you don’t know the words. Hug each other like you mean it. Always do that. … Continue reading

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I don’t see color

I don’t see color they say but I do, we are no stewpot where everything simmers to a bland monotone as if a melting pot is a goal not an impossibility– for every us there is a them I don’t … Continue reading

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Full strawberry moon

A day named this on my calender ought to be heady, sweet round with the promise of summer & growing things Not this bitter harvest of a seed pressed deep in new world dirt 500 years ago but we must … Continue reading

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If this is what is possible

This greening at the tips This crocus open, irislike And unexpected   I’ll welcome it

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