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Incommunicado Grief

Incommunicado Grief For Charles Randall Stanfield The quick and the dead I wrote you sonnets. You were dead, though, then. I sat in Keats’s garden while I read Them into Hampstead wind.  Among all men You were the only.  In my heart and head Molasses had been...

Golden Guys

Golden Guys “sneer of cold command” Young Alexander conquers most of known Harsh kingdoms, harshly.  Now we ask, “So what?” So what if his brutality has grown A realm that Ozymandias could not Have dreamed of?  Each one was a clot of vile And vicious violence of...

“Feminine” Rhymes

“Feminine” Rhymes The Cock is crowing, The stream is flowing, The small birds twitter, The lake doth glitter, The green field sleeps in the sun. ~ William Wordsworth If even Wordsworth writes in kiddie rhyme And no one tells him, “Grow up, now!” . . . If...

Friends With and Without Benefits, a Rival in Arms

Friends With and Without Benefits, a Rival in Arms Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem A pair of blue green eyes and half a smile Hid half of hatred in the friendship, — love, — Whatever.  Friendship’s by a...

Coming to the Shore, Arrival of Arms

Coming to the Shore, Arrival of Arms Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem He forms much more than friendship at the shore. He formulates fun truancy as love. His friend intuits that their love is more Than...

Holes, Scorched and Otherwise Deep

Holes, Scorched and Otherwise Deep Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Hope and promise fill Eyes; white castle on the hill Of youngest leaves green. ~ Buson [Englished by Phillip Whidden] The harshest...