Our buds are growing into earphones And still failing to protect us From noise and demands, requests or distress. Online I find a chemical protection suit with tape double-wrapped, And double storm flaps over zippered access, On top of… Read More ›
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The Drumming Circle, Woodstock
Featured here are a few of the many drawings I have made in some harmony with the drumming circle in Woodstock, New York. I have not been trying to “capture” the people in portraits, but to draw in rhythm with… Read More ›
Along the side of the road I found a silver goblet which had been used as an ashtray
Dedicated to my mother, Lyle Warner, and to an up-and-coming young artist: Adelaine Muth Along the side of the road I found a silver goblet Which had been used as an ashtray. The local museum was holding… Read More ›
The Ballad of Don and Dee
At 9 in line at The Dry Goat Don heard these words from Dee: “How many lives must it consume – Our pressed, small batch coffee?” The faded denim of her shirt Agreed with gentle breasts. He helping synch… Read More ›
Murder, children and other crimes
The reason that it is important—of the utmost importance—for white people, here, to see the Negroes as people like themselves is that white people will not, otherwise, be able to see themselves as they are. — James Baldwin, “East River,… Read More ›
Uneager reader and undaunted poet talk
“I’m sorry, but I don’t get it.” “What don’t you get?” “Well, this line.” “This one right here?” “For instance.” “What don’t you get about it?” “What it means!” “What do you think it means?” “I have no idea.” “Well,… Read More ›
the wedge of her nose quite rightfully assumed
Or, Six short poems, five women & the Alps Below are several poems about different women, real or imagined, and about the Alps. The poems were drafted very early one morning after taking a train over the Alps from Geneva… Read More ›
