Monday Poem

9-Lived Cat .where are you …on the willow-hung swing …in a goldfield of grass where …in the hemlock …straddling the branch just below the top …hands sticky with sap where, where  …sitting on the well-house step …with the lake at your back …remembering a future …of victory or collapse where …on the topside deck above the…

Monday Poem

“…shimmering through the leaves and out beyond the black lines of her neighbors’ chimney pots were the stars, beacons whose light left them long before there were eyes on this planet to receive it…” …………………………………………….. — archeologist Jacquetta Hawkes Tripping on Curbs we who live in deep space and trip on curbs looking up at stars…

Monday Poem

Snake Tales 1. Taking the Rap . . . so I said to Eve the Courageous: here’s something extraordinary— a thing as sweet as knowing but bitter too, possibly lethal, and (at the very least) a gateway to trouble, yet a wonder worth the risk while Adam (you must know) was not off on some pious ramble through the garden picking…

Monday Poem

Autistic—for Danny, 1949-1976 When you caught that bird in flight,that was a wild moment, the reflex of it,as if you’d had the mind and eyes of a hawk,as if in your world, mysterious to us all,mother father sisters brothers—as if in that world you flew aboveless bewildered than we,island brother,eagle-eyed and quick,but whose aerie was…

Monday Poem

I’m listening to something.I don’t know what it’s called but it’s Chopin. It’s something Alexa pulledfrom the high capacity byte magazineof her small black canisterwhich sits under a lamp upon a tableagainst the wall (where most of us have spentat least a little time, sweating)it’s power umbilical plugged to an outlet,its invisible wireless thread stretched…

Monday Poem

Astronomer —for Owen.I unclip the latches of your seatlift and pull you from the car into full light, into the light of the thingwhich dimples the gauze of spaceand holds you in that cuplike a ball in a ring of roulette in my arms you turn,and from the cuff of your coat,shoot your finger east…

Monday Poem

In the Middle of Hosanna snow’s piled against the generator smooth white talusat the foot of sheer thought inarctic regions of mind through glass the near tangleof bare forsythia beneath draped wirespole to pole is a snap of unchecked ruminationsthat fold upon themselves in crazy chiaroscuroa dispensation of light expected in a skull of whimswhile…

Monday Poem

Slaying of the Suitors —thoughts on finishing Emily Wilson’s new translation of the Odyssey Ancient Cinema Book 22 of The Odyssey plays like a scene of The Punisher so we know that men have been bloodthirsty since the Greeks sacked Troy (at least) and that Homer rivals Hensleigh in imagery of hacked limbs and scarlet…

Monday Poem

Whiplash and Mercies silence thick as her stewsfilled my grandmother’s housebut for the cars on 15 on wet nightsclose, hissing toward Picatinnyblack Buicks, big black Packardsheavy as her lifewide whitewalls spinningon two-lane asphaltbefore the interstatesliced throughtable in her living rooma glut of snaps of Jim and JackHoward Frank Velma RuthGladys Leo Leroy Patthe lot of…

Monday Poem

More Legal by the Minute, More Difficult to Fire photo of a rightist with gun, FB 2016, pistol pointed right at camera barrel practically screwing the lensbright silver halo at the business endthe moment the flash went off:………………………………. lightning! leaddressed in camouflage he was neat.beard.militarish. intending to be a threat maybe pretendingto be a threat…

Monday Poem

Antony —I imagine you still playing You said to me, unclejim teach me guitar, and what little I knew I didYou took it and flew, a musical id, and the places you flew, the music that slid from fingers to strings was by god a grace bridge, the kind walked on in skies where geese…

Monday Poem

Earthy. Religious scripts: Vedas, Gospels, Surahs, Qurans, Hadiths, Bibles, Torahs are tools like any others which may be used to trip or lift Not divine in this, but practical as axes, shovels, guns and drones or verbal tricksand as earthy as earth's flora and its fauna. Jim Culleny11/6/16

Monday Poem

Wovoka (named Jack Wilson in English), a Northern Paiute, dreamedhe was taken to the spirit world and saw all Native Americans beingtaken up into the sky and the Earth opening up to swallow all Whites and to revert back to its natural state. He claimed that he was shown that by dancing the round-dance continuously,…

Monday Poem

Learn That First I've wondered if dawn is like birth and dusk like death and if we're given these metaphors to pique our curiosity as if to say nothing in this world is real. You are so naive, you think this is a dream? Yes, these are shadows. Socrates said as much in the agora…

Monday Poem

Then If it were thenI’d be seated on the step of the well house gazing at peach tree buds and the tales they toldof waiting, swelling, beinglistening with the lake at my back down and through the steep slope of woods across the street. I’d see its gleaming surface spark through voids of oaks and…

Monday Poem

TV, Bronx News 6/30/17 Gun again.In this case a pissed-offformer employeewith a not-so-extraordinarysense of personal privilege to take life by right, which in the American zeitgeisthas become popular asan act of self expression affordedby liberty through an amendment to law lucrative to private sector arms interestswho live by death through means of tiny explosionsof sulfur…

Monday Poem

Blots In inkwell times when quills were used (ends of sharpened feathers splitwhich above a writer's work twitchedas when a bird would scratch an itch)we scratched our hieroglyphs in night-black licks pausing intermittently to dip the split quill's endinto wells candlelit in nights as black as pitch We coaxed from shades what they might think.We…