Category Archives: Poetry

Election Day

I don’t write many overtly political poems, but this one seems to sum up my hopes and fears for today. Equivocal Activist It’s Friday. We pull out of the Paris climate accord and I get my hair cut as Aretha … Continue reading

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Into the Mystery

Here is the final poem from Tony Hoagland’s new book, Priest Turned Therapist Treats Fear of God. Into the Mystery Of course there is a time of afternoon, out there in the yard, a time that has never been described. … Continue reading

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The other wedding poem

I was at a wedding this weekend, and had to choose a poem to read. I chose Cantatrice, by Berryman, but this was in the running till the last day: For What Binds Us There are names for what binds … Continue reading

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Larry and the P40

When he was a boy, Larry lived near a vacant lot with an the chassis of an old P40 airplane that he and the other boys played on, pretending to be pilots, fighting enemies. He grew up near Camp Pendleton … Continue reading

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Poets in translation

The other day at lunch a friend and I were talking about the wealth of wonderful poems in translation. Here is one, for which we are indebted to Robert Bly: I have a feeling that my boat has struck, down … Continue reading

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Eyesight

Driving up I-5 from LA yesterday, spring had come to California. The hills are briefly green and gold, and the orchards all in bloom. I thought of this poem by A. R. Ammons, and was surprised to find I haven’t … Continue reading

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Contest Winner

I subscribe to and occasionally submit poems to Split This Rock.  This one received an honorable mention in their annual contest: Márai Sándor in Exile Deprived of your native language, of pörkölt cooked in cramped kitchens, of the scent of … Continue reading

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Hungary, World War II, the genius of Julie Orringer

Last night we went down to Stanford to hear Julie Orringer read from her novel The Invisible Bridge. http://julieorringer.com/ is her website.  I loved her book of stories, how to breathe underwater, when it appeared several years ago, and bought The … Continue reading

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