Monday Poem

… the “Law of Frequency of Error” … reigns amidst the wildest confusion. The huger the mob, the greater the anarchy, the more perfect is its sway. It is the supreme law of Unreason.………………………………………………………………. —Victorian statistician ­Francis Galton The Frequency of ErrorThe frequency of erroris not a count of radio wavesor of an articulation of…

Monday Poem

Sunup to Noon Tonight A constellation ofblack-eyed susansframed in the screenof our kitchen door— each dark peering eyedead center in its radiantgold-fringe petal-collar looksas if it had burstfrom its corean instant before Though each susan keeps stillat the end of her stemas if snapshot-clicked except for a nudging breezethat streams betweenmobs of livid phloxthe color…

Monday Poem

…in a curved space, a body can seemingly defy basic physicsand “swim” through a vacuum without needing to push on anythingor be pushed by anything. ………………….–Eduardo Guéron; Scientific American, August 2009 Swimming in Space TimeA short walk from our house2 minutes topsthe river came throughin a bend at the end ofa short street whereon a…

Monday Poem

—Miraculous power and marvelous activity,drawing water and hewing wood. –P’ang Yun Talking With My Guru….#1– Nothing to Lose G: What exactly do you mean by emptiness?Me: Nothing.G: Then why are we wasting timesitting round talking about it? Take your tiny Tao shearsand snip emptiness out of Webster’sand heave it into the void. It’s anotherself-serving euphemism…

Monday Poem

As the Minute ClicksJim Culleny A new night(as they always are)and cool —unlike Junein Jersey when I was greenbut June anyway anyway it comesit’s Juneit’s Juneregardless of you June then June now in mid-late evening8:30 by the clock—the night darkalmost in the window the skyglows grey behindsilhouettes of trees slate-skin cloudswhich if seen from a…

Monday Poem

Odder StillJim Culleny…………………….. As odd as it is that a moon comes upbehind the inelegant tree behind our houseover the dark mountain, grey-whiteand silver-dollar like –a night eyecrying silver– it’s odder still to thinkof a moon that never was…………………… As odd as spring seems, fresh and greenas the crisp salad before the salmon fillet,as odd…

Monday Poem

New ThingJim Culleny I opened a Twitter acccount out of curiosity. I admit it, I was born into a far simpler techno world —pre-TV, prime-time radio, number-please phones on party lines, straight-6 engines with carburetors, 78 records with needles the size of ten-penny spikes —an antiquated world. And although it’s a little murky to me…

Monday Poem

“Hitler remained a serious reader all his life, spending much of his disposable income on books during the 1920s and regularly passing quiet evenings in his library during the 1930s and '40s, no matter how dreadful the orders he'd been giving during the day.” –Michael Dirda’s review of “Hitler’s Private Library” by Timothy W. Ryback…

Monday Poem

HydrantJim Culleny Steel sentinel on our street.Its domed yellow cap topped with a wrench-ready fitting,its three short blue arms wrench-ready too, its stumpy red torso squat in the snow ringed round its base with brown March mushin late winter when our longing for sunis most poignant; when it hallucinatesbuds and birds; when it wants to…

Monday Poem

“It's all just one big lie … basically a giant Ponzi scheme.” —Bernie Madoff Life in the Fast LaneJim Culleny A crow atop a phone polelike a cocked hat –a selfsure birdeyeing a white line lunchwho understands the nuances of trafficwaits, patient as a tick,until the last ten-wheeler grinds bythen swoops down quick.Caaa! he says,…

Monday Poem

//Black Sunday ShoesJim Culleny Grandpa was stiff and starkas the handle of an old world hoe but grandmother must have had her dreams……………………..At a window in a stuffed chair she satfingering a rosary gazing down Roessler murmuring Hail Mary’s through the pane bead by bead……………………..At other times in that chairshe stroked her long greyblack hair…