Tag Archives: American Poetry

On The Overuse Of The Word “Love”

Forever and Always My wife My pugs My parents (and her parents) My friends Their adorations My God (though not necessarily “and country”) A Torrid Affair Black coffee / handled mugs Greyer days / large windows Ales / hops malts … Continue reading

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On The Occasion Of The Day I Earned My Salary

Today was the kind of day That drenches dry counties In pints of ratified Prohibition, That prompts fish to reconsider Evolutionary legs, That leads the proverbial horse to drink The proverbial cow-pissed waters, That makes dart-boards of day-calendars, fire-pits Of … Continue reading

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On Which I Wax Eloquently Concerning John Ashbery

You really should read John Ashbery. He’s the only poet you can say “I don’t get it” and you’d be 100% correct. Not getting it is the point. At least I think it is, even though to make such a … Continue reading

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The Question of Muse (And The Debunking of The Christian Sunday School Response)

9:12 AM – We returned a few days ago from a week vacationing in Galveston, Texas. (For the record, my definition of vacation is doing what I would normally do at home – read books, drink coffee, search for good … Continue reading

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