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Poetry Saved by Photographs and Words of Memory

Poetry Saved by Photographs and Words of Memory It hardly matters if his verse is great, Carved lines, bronze poetry, immortal stuff, Or not.  Brooke’s like a surfer on the spate Of swollen wave tops.  Killing beauty’s tough. It lingers on in culture’s core.  His face...

Ultraterrestrial

                       Ultraterrestrial Modern poetry  modern verse contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem My brothers’ lives are alien and far Away from mine.  The wives float, quite . . . unknown . . . Along with foreign things like...

Parthenogenesis Paternal

       Parthenogenesis Paternal If I were only Woodrow’s son, yes, just His son, not his and Helen’s, then my heart Would sing with dreams and poetry, gold dust Of life.  My mind would separate apart The pettishness of daily living from The mountain clouds of Florida...

Parthenogenesis

       Parthenogenesis Modern poetry  modern verse contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem If I were only Helen’s son, my heart Would be direct, or more direct, as straight As Queen Medea in her hate.  Apart From planning, I would be as...

Early Polling of Intentions

          Early Polling of Intentions Who wouldn’t want it if a giant snake Proposed deep mouthfuls that you thought were out Of reach?  The woman’s throat began to shake. The woman’s heart fled fast from fussy doubt. She knew she wanted all he offered up. He...