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The Orange Grove Behind Our House

The Orange Grove Behind Our House Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem A grove can take us anywhere.  The leaves Shine distances:  blood’s pirates that we play Are in the Caribbean*.  Vision cleaves Us with...

In the Manly Marriage Bed

In the Manly Marriage Bed Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem When Michal thought about those foreskins while In David’s wedding bed, just what did he Obsess about between her legs?  His smile Produced a sick...

Paradiso, xx, 73-75 is Wrong

Paradiso, xx, 73-75 is Wrong Modern poetryParadiso, xx, 73-75 is Wrongmodern verse contemporary poetry contemporaryz verse modern poem contemporary poem “And the lark’s in the clear air singing.” ~ Sir Samuel Ferguson It seems, though only seems, perhaps, the lark...

Composition Ex Nihilo

Composition Ex Nihilo   Ah!  Singing skylark! The tail-end of the forest Lingers in dakness. ~ Issa [Englished by Phillip Whidden] The larks embark on song while in the dark Of groves before these larks begin to see First glimmers from the dawn.  An unknown spark...

One as Plural

One as Plural “see, collected in tranquility” [or something like that] ~ William Wordsworth For poetry he dives like Baja boys For pearls but leaps through eyeballs like young Tom From heights.  He dives through lenses and the noise Of life and finds our spheres.  He...