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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...

Blackness Stained to White and Pink

Blackness Stained to White and Pink Each dawn will come now From the white plum blossoms on                                Branches of black trees.  ~ December 4  2021 Where dawns derive from has been falsified By scientists.  They say it’s from the sun Arising.  Is...

Enamel Trees Longing Ago

         Enamel Trees Longing Ago The orange blossoms fill my native place. They fill it every year with white perfume. The scent has piquant yellow at heart’s space, The hearts held out bouquet-like, as a plume On green wing branches where the mockingbird Might...

Karen among the Silly Sopranos

Karen among the Silly Sopranos A gorgeousness was throbbing at the heart Of girls there singing Christmas carols.  They Were wearing curlers, stupidly.  One part Pulsed utterly among their midst.  “Give way,” It urged the others, weak sopranos high And...

Green Cove Springs for Bucky Coggins

  Green Cove Springs for Bucky Coggins Green stands for living; no, for life, for all That life can offer, far beyond what minds Can dream of.  Green is like the cosmic caul Of birthing.  Green is more than that.  It winds Behind and through the brimming universe. A...

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...