The day breaks

The day breaks

Saturday, May 21, 2011

Melted Styrofoam

Write this down that proves your existence

Carve it into rock leave it at the road not taken

The last sign post before the un-raveling

Once the satellites fall from your eyes

You'll see the world skewed through a whole new prism

Listen for the crickets that aren’t there anymore

As in a trance dance counter to any celestial occurrence

We know the stars are out there without any visual evidence

Warm ourselves with the refracted light past tense now

Smell the end of days roast the last meat cooked

Chart our course for tomorrow by dead reckoning wave to the camera’s no longer working

Fabric of time putrid remnants we wear on our backs

History wrinkles the map of our faces

 A fine ash cloys in our nostrils like the red clay of Texas

Nostradamus, who has the last laugh now

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Marge Piercy features May 15 Spoken Word Nantucket

What a great day of poetry.  Dr. O said it was part of the best birthday celebration she's ever had.  I'll be posting a link from Plum TV as soon as it's available.

Monday, May 9, 2011

Little Beach House – A Teachable Moment

I’m sitting in the little beach house

My writing harbor

About a half an hour
Before sunrise
On a Sunday 3 years ago
Must have been 4:30

A buck
Maybe a six pointer
Comes peeking out of the Spartina

Houdini in a camel hair coat
Nose in the wind
Intent on one thing

Our eyes met

In that first instant
Neither capable of reaction
Beyond release of urine


The ghost is gone

I make a mental note

He’ll be back and
This you can use
You’ve got students coming

It’s entirely possible
Some of them

Will think this is cool
Enough to formulate

A dream beyond the place they know

So when they arrive
And once I’ve told them this story
I hand them the keys
To the little beach house

Tell them they must sit silent
Look for movement
Be patient

Join them at breakfast
For the stories they’ll tell

And what I’ll learn
From them

Friday, May 6, 2011


There’s a old cat sleeping
On the new moon tonight
It drools
Huddle’s under bed linen
A moving wind break
For Sarah
Counting horseshoe crabs
High tide 3 am
With leaky chest waders
Failing flailing flashlights
Fiddlers under foot
She searches for bawdy
Body surfers
Bubbling at water’s edge
Ecstatic in the sand

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Marge Piercy features May 15 Spoken Word Nantucket

May's show (2 pm May 15th at the Field Station) is a blockbuster featuring the acclaimed poet and novelist Marge Piercy."

Monday, May 2, 2011

Horseshoe Crabs

If you see them great but please leave them alone.  I remember them in the 10's of thousands when I lived in Weymouth in the 70's.  It was an awe inspiring sight.