Watching Foxes, Poem 007-2023-0206

This is an old post from February 2011. * * * Words awoke me the other morning, repeating in my mind loudly, obtrusive. At 4:27, I snapped on my lamp and scribbled them down. Faces sharp Red coal eyes Gold afire Watching Waiting I tried to remember the dream that had birthed those words, but … Continue reading Watching Foxes, Poem 007-2023-0206

The Poet, Poem 006-2023-0112

The boy who lost his mother gnarled like a bear— tough bear he. Away from the bestial, he had softness in his eyes that laughed even when he and his words were sharp and sometimes ambiguous. He showed the plumpness of his belly to his closest friends and grunted like a pig and poet laughing … Continue reading The Poet, Poem 006-2023-0112

When I, a Boy, Poem 005-2022-1113

I awoke to frost and snow outside my home and became nostalgic for those winter days in the country when I was young and winter brought excitement and joy of walking the woods and watching the play of nature. Enjoy a poem I wrote about that nostalgia when I was courting a local girl and … Continue reading When I, a Boy, Poem 005-2022-1113