Snakes bite Padres in Arizona
David Dodd 10:32 a.m., May 25
Poetry
Love Poem to My Husband of Thirty-One Years
I watch you walk up our front path, the entire right side of your body stiff and unbending, your leg dragging on the ground, your arm not moving. Six different times you ask me the ...
Sonnet XVII
Who will believe my verse in time to come, If it were filled with your most high deserts? Though yet heaven knows it is but as a tomb Which hides your life, and shows not ...
Owls
Owls glide off the thin Wrists of the night, And using snow for their feathers Drift down on either side Of the wind. I spot them As I camp along the ridge, Glistening over the ...
Hollyhocks
Three days after my mother died, her hollyhocks tumbled down under their own weight. My father disappeared. I had eaten the last of her meatloaf wrapped in wax paper. She had waved me out of ...
Recuerdo
We were very tired, we were very merry — We had gone back and forth all night on the ferry. It was bare and bright, and smelled like a stable — But we looked into ...
Remembrance
Cold in the earth — and the deep snow piled above thee, Far, far, removed, cold in the dreary grave! Have I forgot, my only Love, to love thee, Severed at last by Time’s all-severing ...
The Common Woman Poems: Vera, from my childhood
Solemnly swearing, to swear as an oath to you who have somehow gotten to be a pale old woman; swearing, as if an oath could be wrapped around your shoulders like a new coat: For ...
Family Reunion 2012
It’s summertime in Seattle and the sun is shining as i cruise lakeside to where the Gaytons meet Leschi Lincoln Park First A.M.E. We gather together to greet the heirs of John Thomas (JT) and ...
Beercan in the Garden
After the poetry reading, Bukowski was supposed to go to a Tea in his honor, yes, a Tea, and cookies, for Bukowski, sponsored by the good people of the nearby First Assimilationist Church, no, no ...
Surfacing
In writing this last poem I will have to include everything: the contests lost like tears in darkened theaters, the rain stopped on the waxed hood of the ambulance, my wet shoes — even the ...
