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An Altar for Julianne
we have no candlesneither an altar in our homeour sacred spaces all lie withinnot so much by choiceas by accidental embarrassmentof riches – a house too fullof banality to house the holy . . . yet how many hours we sendprayers into our hearts, upunto the heavens, out tomanifest the universe . . . tonight,…
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#86: Lost in the Stacks
surrounded by thirty-eight volumes of poetrydiverse as the centuries of art historyI prime my mind, heart, fingers, tonguefor this final lap around the verse-arenaBorges, Natalie Goldberg, and Leonard Cohencheer me on in echoes from beyond;Samuel Taylor Coleridge has broughthis ministry of frost, sailing a Dover thrift edition;Kit Stokes helps me navigate broken musicwhile my fingers…
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New Year Eve: Challenge Poem #80
New Years EveI decide to go upto CincinnatiHard Rock Cafégamble up some lootfor twenty-twenty-four but my prostate hates meso I am forced to divert to Newporton the way – so close to the riverthe Ohio river, but still in Kentucky;so once I’d finished not finishingat the convenience mart, buyinga pack of Chesterfield cigarettesto pay for…
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Poem 74
it’s the time of night – morningfour a.m. I would feed heradminister 11 units of insulinand treasure her while she was here she is gone – the insulin passed onto someone whose dog still needsbut here I am, parsing out foodfor our Sparky and the grand-dog tears won’t wash my soul of thisand I haven’t…
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Sax Sells: Challenge Poem #72
Sax in Every Room not enough has been writtenwill ever be written – can wordseven approximate a just figurefor the saxophone? smoothas no other measure of smoothdefinitive of cool in musicsacross the spectrum: blues, jazz, rockclassic, fusion, ska, etc, and futureperhaps we should includea full golden album of saxophoneon the next exploration droneshot into forever,…
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Flour Tonic: Poem #68
I am a grease firesmokey and volatiledo not cast your waternor douse me withthe wrong extinguisherI will blow up in your faceor spread throughout your lifeand consume everythingI can touch with lick of flameor heat or smoke or stenchyour best betwas to smother mebefore you movedbeyond the introduction dmpitchford 12/28/2023
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66 Lothario
Poem 65 I slew five dragons for youwith a bic pen and A4 notebookwalking you to collegeboth ways uphillin thundersnowsof CO2 sleetswam the Ohio rivernude under the new moonin January to fetch your bagelscleaned out your stablesby diverting the Mississippiwhile slaying seven hydrasto gain the shield of Perseuswith which to defeat Medusawith whose headI stoned…
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Dancing with Rumi: #61
Poem 61 I dance again, drink the more, againcontinue this dance from 2011dogear Rumiage him to deathyoung we were when we began Rumi, we dancedwith so many poetsthat brief age –Borges, Bukowski, Frost and NerudaEliot, Crane & Crane, Hart and StevenLisel and Louise, Emily, Mrs. ParkerEdna, Anna, Thea, Kat and Anita . . .so many…
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Poem 62 O to be a fishsays the poet,incapable of drowning! But what of the drought?and the longingfor feathers? dm pitchford 12/27/23
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64 and Going
Poem 64 coffee is onyet not readyI wonder what’s in my head todayfingers eager on the keyboarddance to my heart’s staggeryellow daffodils in a green glass vasetease my memoryor perhaps my imaginationcontext eludesbut the image enduresthree yellow daffodilsclover-green glass vase dm pitchford 12/28/23
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