Category Archives: Love

White Heron

Sinuous, curving neck, full breast, long legs that reach into the harbor’s edge Obsidian eyes bottomless, a tunnel without end seeking Along a rocky shore, the slow filling harbor a mirror capturing grace, clouds doubled, scudding across a fecund sea … Continue reading

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The First

The first kiss, and you as a conductor, your fingers pulling at mine, onto the train and into the night, curving over mountains, through tunnels Steam turning electric, currents passing through me, burning and blinding your fingers curled in mine, … Continue reading

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tremble

your breath with mine your fingers in mine tremble the illicit heat the catching passion this public space this intimate touch tremble your back arching under my palm that presses, pushes guides and holds you neck straining under my mouth, … Continue reading

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Stratocumulus

Sometimes, when I am flying through the sky, I watch a shadow of my ship dragging across the backs of a scudding cloud.  I am my body lain along you, the curls and whips of white: your back, curving and drifting … Continue reading

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A Ballerina, On a Shaking Shore

for W. C. Williams, and some others There is a flickering of midnight torches along the edges of Atlantic beaches, these shuttering retreats, ghosted fall houses of Eastham, Wellfleet’s quiet drive-in, Truro’s barque emerging above the waterline. Oh, Newman, what … Continue reading

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Si Vis Pacem, Para Bellum

My name is an ending, surname, derived from the Latin “Martinus”. (A gift from a father lost, failing beneath my powerless hands). I am dedicated to war not poetry no not that, not some clinking at keys, rather, clinking at bullets, … Continue reading

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Lost Intruments

Am I alone in obsessing over the fate of Astrolabe?

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