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Poetry in Motion

One of the projects sponsored by Poetry Society of America is short poems posted in panels on NY subways. Larry caught a glimpse of this one, exiting the train: Dew Like peas in their green canoe, like beads strung in … Continue reading

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After all this rain…

the green of the hills reminds me of Ireland, except they are so smooth here in Northern California. They make me think of this poem by Kay Ryan. Green Hills Their green flanks and swells are not flesh in any … Continue reading

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For my acupuncturist friend

Chinese Foot Chart Every part of us alerts another part. Press a spot in the tender arch and feel the scalp twitch.  We are no match for ourselves but our own release. Each touch uncatches some remote lock. Look, boats … Continue reading

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California’s got four

San Francisco’s fine, You sure get lots of sun, But I’m used to four seasons, California’s got but one. cc                               California, Bob Dylan When I … Continue reading

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Dreams of Kay Ryan

From time to time, poets make cameo appearances in my dreams. Last night it was Kay Ryan. We were at a party together, and I was trying to show her how to undress and change your outfit in the middle … Continue reading

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Fashion in Poetry

Poets, like hemlines, go in and out of fashion. Poetic styles, too, have their day and then seem shopworn, archaic. For a long time, rhyme was out of style. Poets who rhymed with regularity, the whole cannon of them, were … Continue reading

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