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Incommunicado Grief

Incommunicado Grief For Charles Randall Stanfield The quick and the dead I wrote you sonnets. You were dead, though, then. I sat in Keats’s garden while I read Them into Hampstead wind.  Among all men You were the only.  In my heart and head Molasses had been...

“Feminine” Rhymes

“Feminine” Rhymes The Cock is crowing, The stream is flowing, The small birds twitter, The lake doth glitter, The green field sleeps in the sun. ~ William Wordsworth If even Wordsworth writes in kiddie rhyme And no one tells him, “Grow up, now!” . . . If...

Friends With and Without Benefits, a Rival in Arms

Friends With and Without Benefits, a Rival in Arms Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem A pair of blue green eyes and half a smile Hid half of hatred in the friendship, — love, — Whatever.  Friendship’s by a...

Coming to the Shore, Arrival of Arms

Coming to the Shore, Arrival of Arms Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem He forms much more than friendship at the shore. He formulates fun truancy as love. His friend intuits that their love is more Than...

Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow

T∞m∞rr∞w and T∞m∞rr∞w and T∞m∞rr∞w Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem My Charles is yesterday.   He hit the wall Of God at 90 miles per hour.  That time, His time, our time is more like angels’ fall And...