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The War Poet

        The War Poet “a rich nature … fighting eagerly towards the truth.”   “I have a rendezvous with death                   At some disputed barricade” ~ Alan Seeger Alan Seeger  Not all war poets are the same as Brooke. Not all are like a cabinet display Of...

Brown Beauty and Others Left Behind

Brown Beauty and Others Left Behind “more tourist still than soldier” ~ Rupert Brooke America and Canada, their spine Of Rocky Mountains, called across the sea, Their men and women waiting, near supine Already.  Rupert left behind debris Of men and women who had seen...

I Wrote my First Poem about Her When We Were Teens

I Wrote my First Poem about Her When We Were Teens She made her way from seventeen to be At mother’s funeral, a long time on That journey.  In between those years debris Of life had separated us.  Yvette had gone To black men in her bed, a husband—then The sex god...

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...

Large Luxuries like a King Cobra in His White Sheets

Large Luxuries like a King Cobra in His White Sheets     Not yachts or mansions in the Highlands.  No. Real luxuries rise best in drowse of dreams Or waking dreams.  We move our hands down low To rest them on the manliness.  It teams With utterness but wakes...