Rivers Jumps Our Banks
...Households unhitch, clapperboard hulls creaking -
the sound of storm-lashed rigging, as washing lines
and telephone wires twist
netting loosening foundations.
Where we once believed roots gripp...
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Categories:
clapperboard, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Romancing the Silver Screen
...Romancing the silver screen
Setting a million hearts ablaze
Through amorous dreams
Of actors lost in
Love, desire and longing
A make-believe that entertains
Takes us on flights of fantasy
Wit...
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Categories:
clapperboard, desire, dream, fantasy, film,
Form: Free verse
Pioneering
...Rolling clouds over rolling hills.
Kentucky is winding it roads out in endless curves.
No hurry,
this journey drives me
through its curling landscape
as a self-reading picture book of racial mem...
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Categories:
clapperboard, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Where It Ends
...The edge of town arrives quickly,
one last suburban tract,
one last inflatable swimming pool
then over the only hill around here,
after which an oatmeal wash of savanna
surfs over the blacktop.
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Categories:
clapperboard, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Un Bel Di
...Dark brier grow thick in Cleveland,
thorny tendrils thrive.
Clapperboard homes slack and linger,
neglected yards grow thin grey bones.
A vaporous wave passed over Lake Erie.
None noticed the l...
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Categories:
clapperboard, poetry,
Form: Free verse
In These Parts
...the edge of town arrives quickly
you hang an inscrutable left
only to discover
one beat-up clapperboard hulk
hanging over tall corn
as if time and land-wrecked it
or
you drive to the end of
a...
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Categories:
clapperboard, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Why We Cry Hearing the Theme Tune of Schindlers List
...It’s the elephant,
the huge shadow,
the gray bulk of gray in the room,
and it’s such a small threadbare room,
four bunks deep
barely five feet wide.
Wood lice are eating a cheap village fidd...
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Categories:
clapperboard, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Where It Ends
...The edge of town arrives quickly, one last suburban tract,
one last inflatable swimming pool then a blue wash of sky
surfs over the blacktop.
There are many left turns ahead, but when you discov...
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Categories:
clapperboard, poetry,
Form: Free verse
City Limits
...the edge of town arrives quickly.
You hang an inscrutable left
only to discover
one beat-up clapperboard hulk
hanging over tall corn
as if land-wrecked.
or
you drive to the end of
a suburban ...
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Categories:
clapperboard, poetry,
Form: Blank verse
Icon
...I am blinded by her image,
A lone sainted visitation,
Marching on the snow swept steppes,
A ghost in isolation.
I glimpse a tribal statuette,
On white-gold desert plain;
A stallion black ...
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Categories:
clapperboard, love, mystery, passion, uplifting,
Form: Verse