too s(cra |
too s(cra b)ble to sc(h) ur ...
Posted by on Mon, 18 May 2009 19:05:00 GMT |
Gardener |
Gardener I watch through the windowYou, playing in the sandbox of flowers and herbsArranging things in the grid of your brain andSuddenly a wren catches your ear (fussing andFuming over a bird matter)...
Posted by on Mon, 18 May 2009 19:00:00 GMT |
For Annie |
For AnnieSunlit roads, we saidAs we hold open the doorThe young girl climbs inSteve Stoeckel
Posted by on Fri, 08 May 2009 19:44:00 GMT |
Rebecca's Pottery |
Rebeccas Pottery gloss'd ghostly image a slender thread connecting
souls eons apartsteve st...
Posted by on Fri, 08 May 2009 19:40:00 GMT |
A Poem for the Pussycat |
you are my poemyou are the song that I writeeven as I walkwritten for Linda on my way to the bus stop
Posted by on Fri, 08 May 2009 16:35:00 GMT |
The Bridge |
The Bridge Im standing, literally on the bridge between past and present, between my childhood and adulthood The present is a mere stub of a bridge, jutting out from Bahia Honda Key, just south of Se...
Posted by on Wed, 06 May 2009 05:00:00 GMT |
Lorraine's house |
The Never Empty House(for Lorraine) she has built herself a most marvelous house, I saidso filled with bits of hershe takes just a peace of it with her andleaves the same amount of herself as collat...
Posted by on Sat, 02 May 2009 08:02:00 GMT |
Dance hall |
Dance HallNearly everyone has a moment of supreme embarrassment in life. Mine occurred in 1974, at Bobbys Lounge in Charlotte NC, and I invite any contenders for the red-faced badge of courage.Charlo...
Posted by on Mon, 13 Apr 2009 18:42:00 GMT |
Bees |
Im sitting in my lawn chair, staring at bees - not just any bees, but apis mellifera, the honeybee, natures most beautiful insect - and if this sounds like infatuated musing, then I confess: I have,...
Posted by on Sat, 11 Apr 2009 20:54:00 GMT |
