occasionally (21 Poems)
Fool’s Money Bags (Amy Lowell Poems)
Outside the long window, With his head on the stone sill, The dog is lying, Gazing at his Beloved. His eyes are wet and urgent, And his body is taut and shaking. It is cold on the terrace; A pale … Continue reading
That Distance Apart (Jackie Kay Poem)
I am only nineteen My whole life is changing Tonight I see her Shuttered eyes in my dreams I cannot pretend she’s never been My stitches pull and threaten to snap My own body a witness Leaking blood to sheets … Continue reading
The Boiling Water (Kenneth Koch Poem)
A serious moment for the water is when it boils And though one usually regards it merely as a convenience To have the boiling water available for bath or table Occasionally there is someone around who understands The importance of … Continue reading
Third Avenue In Sunlight (Anthony Hecht Poem)
Third Avenue in sunlight. Nature’s error. Already the bars are filled and John is there. Beneath a plentiful lady over the mirror He tilts his glass in the mild mahogany air. I think of him when he first got out … Continue reading
the rest home (Rg Gregory Poem)
professor piebald (the oldest man in the home) was meek at the same time ribald he clothed his matter (so to speak) in latin and (was it) greek it caused no great offence to nobody did it make sense to … Continue reading
Sphincter (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
I hope my good old asshole holds out 60 years it’s been mostly OK Tho in Bolivia a fissure operation survived the altiplano hospital– a little blood, no polyps, occasionally a small hemorrhoid active, eager, receptive to phallus coke bottle, … Continue reading
At The Smithville Methodist Church (Stephen Dunn Poem)
It was supposed to be Arts & Crafts for a week, but when she came home with the “Jesus Saves” button, we knew what art was up, what ancient craft. She liked her little friends. She liked the songs they … Continue reading
When we stand on the tops of Things (Emily Dickinson Poem)
When we stand on the tops of Things – And like the Trees, look down – The smoke all cleared away from it – And Mirrors on the scene – Just laying light — no soul will wink Except it … Continue reading
We do not play on Graves (Emily Dickinson Poem)
We do not play on Graves – Because there isn’t Room – Besides — it isn’t even — it slants And People come – And put a Flower on it – And hang their faces so – We’re fearing that … Continue reading
So the Eyes accost — and sunder (Emily Dickinson Poem)
So the Eyes accost — and sunder In an Audience – Stamped — occasionally — forever – So may Countenance Entertain — without addressing Countenance of One In a Neighboring Horizon – Gone — as soon as known – (Emily … Continue reading