Monthly Archives: December 2023

In Praise of Sick Days

This poem is adapted from a blog post written when I was still gainfully employed, but the scene is still correct in that I am sick today and feel incompetent to engage in anything more strenuous than procrastination. I came to love … Continue reading

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An English Major Laments the Space-time Continuum

After 911, I remember a child psychologist stressing how important it was, when children were watching the Twin Towers fall over and over again in the media, to explain to them that it only happened once and was not still … Continue reading

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March 19, 203

We had worked hard to forestall this one, but war fever is hard to resist. A few days after it began, Terry and I wound up in Orlando. She was attending a nursing conference and I was huddled alone in … Continue reading

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In the Rare Book Room

The Strand Bookstore in NYC is a bibliophile’s dream, staffed with eccentric experts on arcane subjects, populated by floor after floor of every title imaginable. At the very top is the rare book room, a temperature- and humidity- controlled environment … Continue reading

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Digging into Metaphysics

To be taken seriously as a poet, sometimes you have to swim into deeper waters, reckon with the whichness of what and unscrew the inscrutable. Digging into Metaphysics What makes humans human–imageof God? Featherless biped? What?  Some say “the animal … Continue reading

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Mousetraps

Another shiny new poem smelted from the rusty ore of old “Listening Post” prose. Mousetraps For years I had the dismal duty of adding tiny forlorn corpses to the household trash. One fall, during the first cold snap (the kickoffof rodent … Continue reading

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October 15, 1969

Many folks from Potsdam went to DC for the big Vietnam  Moratorium March that day, but those who stayed behind marched here in Potsdam and read the names of the dead from a little stage set up  in front of (old) Snell … Continue reading

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No Cure for Leonard Cohen

All kinds of music gets stuck in the top of my mind: pop tunes, carols, hymns, blues. I walk to their refrain for half a day, then pass on to something else. But some music wraps around the brain stem, … Continue reading

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