The billboards along the road, dry,
Sandblasted pink and pale,
Aren’t even markers of distance yet.
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The Sunday Poem: On the Carretera Panamericana, South of Lima
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Aug 272006
The Sunday Poem
Every Sunday I post an original poem.
The Sunday Song: After the Flood
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Aug 202006
Once upon a time I wrote a guitar instrumental called “After the Flood.” It became the title track on my CD. It sounds like this:
Then I mistakenly wrote lyrics to go on top of it. It’s not that the lyrics were bad; they just didn’t need to exist.
They’re in the liner notes on the CD now, but I figured, why not post ’em as the Sunday Poem? So here they are.
The Sunday Poem: The Old Lady Is
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Aug 132006
This poem was originally written about my upstairs neighbor when I was very little kid in Greenfield, MA. She did have bottles everywhere in her small upstairs apartment, though in my memory the quantity of them is probably exaggerated.
The Sunday Poem: The Genius Learns about Criticism
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Aug 062006
When he first understood
That when he read a book he grasped
The meaning of it, the gestalt
(if he had known the word),
He realized he was set for life.
His family said, “You’ll be a writer
Or a teacher,” and he thought
They were the same thing,
And he said, “Cool.”
The Sunday Poem: Spiderwebs in Dew
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Jul 302006
Some things can only be seen
Spattered, smeared, beaded
By accretions. Rendered visibly
useless, an easy target for avoidance.
Magnificent cathedrals honored
Only in their ruin, awaiting
The touch of attenuating sun
Gentle enough to cleanse them
To their clinging state of absence.
