Category Archives: Poetry

Redfish Awash Underfoot

December 20, 2023 – 11:37 am

The ACADIA BAY 2 trawls the Gulf of Maine Above the Cashes Bank A hundred miles east of Portsmouth. This time of year Close to winter The weather is tricky. Calm seas Then Deadly storms. Today okay. Sunny A slight swell from the deep Quentin slogs through the knee deep catch. Ninty-three minutes into his […]

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The Near Wintah Sun

December 14, 2023 – 1:32 pm

The almost winter sun Falls on the 9th floor balcony Overlooking Bleecker Street. The air is cold Not winter cold End of autumn cold. 93 million miles away Warm on my skin And Unlike Prairie dogs Asleep in their burrows I shall see through winter Awake Alive.

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Dec 2, 1978 – East Village – Journal Entry – Poem

December 13, 2023 – 2:43 pm

Disenfranchised By a dead society Detested by cult cliques Dedicated to false idols Death to their dishonor Not noble by birth. Not common by the desire They are not the avant garde Few speak of revolution. I want to fight alone. It’s a wasted fight. I don’t know what to fight for. Equality, justice, family, […]

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Hunting Pine Trees 1958

December 2, 2023 – 8:47 pm

Fir trees lined the sidewalk On Vanderbilt Avenue Clinton Hill Brooklyn. Spruce pines Chopped Up north from New England forests. My homeland. Trees For families and friends To celebrate Christmas Breathing the fragrance of evergreens, As The tree elves Elysaah, Ruth, and Bobby Hock trees and wreaths Working hard Whilst I laze On My yuletide […]

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November 26, 1978 East Village – Journal Entry

November 27, 2023 – 10:47 am

I’m completely broke once more after two week’s without work. I suppose this depression about money will be my guiding light for the futre, but I can’t worry about the trivialities about which I can’t do anything. Somehow I have to find a job. THE HUDSON DOCKS NOVEMBER 1978 November night Derelict docks stretch along […]

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