Paris Moment II
for Terry Bisson
Thin girl
in a t-strap shirt
sways just ahead
on the Boulevard
named for a saint.
Under the flesh
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Paris Moment
for Judithe Bizot
Piano notes
climb the high garden wall,
drip off ivy
after days of rain
each tapped leaf
a pressed key.
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On the Anniversary of my Father's Death
Rise early from a dream:
pummelling an antic German
who disrupted rehearsal
for a musical film.Straddling his chest,choking him, revile him as a Nazi. He agesContinue Reading »
On Some Days
On some days
after rain’s washed the air
and no soot corrupts a surface,
the LA light hard and bright
as nickel, the world rises
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Nuclear/Family
A coiled spring is not confused.
arced electrons have made peace
with tension, lack of choice.
has predictable parameters
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My Son Has Not Spoken
My son has not spokento me
in the month he has hidden
at his mother’s
since shoving me
four times, hard, with flat hands
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My House is Filled With Women
for Ariel, Ocean, and Angeline
My house is filled with women
once children under my care.
Blood daughter and friends from birth
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My Cat is Dead
My cat is dead. Crushed by a speeding car
both on their way home. I know
because my wife had called him
heard his jingling bell
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Zen Morning
Dawn’s mouth. Hiss of breath
chip and tick of small birds.
Car horn seizes feathered breasts
clot in a free-flowing artery.
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Memorial Poem for Frances Bluestone Bacon
Things are unstrung here.
Phone wires stop at the river,
Word arrives on radio waves, jumpy
As black Swallows stitching the torn sky.
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