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Secondhand Frank

           Secondhand Frank John handed me a jacket of the sort They call a fleece in England, made of mild Beige man-made fiber looking like a short And curly lambskin.  Then perhaps he smiled Though what that meant I would not know. I tried it on because it was a...

Johnson Beharry

Johnson Beharry Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem “what is ideal in him is the beauty and freshness he embodies” ~ Jacob Burckhardt commenting on the ancient Greek hero...

The Bones of Orpheus, the Hair of Keats

The Bones of Orpheus, the Hair of Keats Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem If we collected poets’ body parts And put them in glass cases, would the world Adore them there like saints? Pickled hearts Of...

Recurring, Not Forgotten Florida

Recurring, Not Forgotten Florida Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The childhood cosmos that returns in dreams Is full of butter suns, smooth, yellow, bright. The light is not like melting candy creams...

Modern Improvements

Modern Improvements I find it faintly droll that Caesar had No clue about Napoleon and Hitler, that Augustus never knew how ultra bad That Mao and Josef Stalin were. How flat Those Caesars would have felt if only they Had known how pipsqueak they would seem compared...