Month: November 2021

Between the lines

I have been opening one of Mary Oliver’s books to random pages & then I read that poem. She had written a poem about Mud & bogs & how hard it is to walk through. It reminded me of a tough July I had this Summer. Clambering between tall grass to not sink in. That’s…

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Track 22 from my book Greylight.

Mouth opens to sky filled with zodiac; flashbulbs from cameras. Impatience stands by the information booth, waiting. Announcements over the PA—blinking train tracks & men in fatigues greet me. Street opens to car horns & midweek, midtown mayhem. Sitting at Rockefeller center counting tour books & cameras. Greeted by loss & joy. Saint Patrick’s opens…

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