Poetry

  • Garbage

    Ah! love, let us be trueTo one another! for this garbage, which seemsTo go like an end of a diseaseSo large, so filthy, so toxicHas…

  • Your Plan?

    (After Ryszard Krynicki) You won’t feel the rise in temperatureYou won’t have to think about the extinct animalsYou won’t ponder over the plastic and its…

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  • Stratigraphy

    This poem is formatted in a shape resembling a rock formation. It is intended to be read first as in standard English, left to right,…

  • At the Window

    I pray to the Invisible: Please protect usfrom blizzard and hail, from blaze and swelter,from flying insects that sting and swarm,from pestilence and sulfurous miasma,and…

  • Any Time Spent

    Any time spentNot making babies.Or not making money. Any time spentNot tilling the soil.Or not dancing the floor. Any time spentNot watching the sunset.Or watching…

  • Carbon Footprints of Unwanted Children

    I can’t put my finger on it, when did itchange? I would ride my bike miles fromhome, even at night and in rain. No oneworried,…

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