Monthly Archives: July 2011

word poem:\\facies

facies: a facial expression characteristic of a specific medical condition; portion of a rock or rock formation with a distinct appearance.    The Code Comes a moment I know and they don’t. Before I pronounce words that will transform their facies. … Continue reading

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word poem:\\sufferance

sufferance: passive acceptance, tolerance, lack of interference; capacity to endure pain or hardship.  Sufferance The past staggers about mumbling, did everything have to happen? An older sister, stillborn, unnamed. A love-child given away, never mentioned. Great aunts who never left Russia or spoke … Continue reading

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word poem:\\ at the writers’ conference

At the Writers’ Conference I overhear a guy reading a mint poem to another guy. He reads, It’s not just God, but all of us who create . . . Maybe this is not verbatim but I move along, don’t wish to … Continue reading

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word-poems

I am at the Port Townsend Writers’ Conference this week. I will be writing poems! But not posting until I get back.

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word-poem:\\ ersatz

ersatz: an artificial article that serves as a substitute for something natural or genuine Taking inventory On Sundays, I paw through past-due cardboard cartons and fallow valises crammed with ersatz keepsakes or I shuffle and reshuffle papers, meaning to get through all … Continue reading

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Poem for Fernando Pessoa

On the question of sanity of Fernando Pessoa How is it possible that no one calls you mad? Pulling the wool over our eyes creating persona after persona like poems in an anthology Look, I’ll show you Fernando: Here you … Continue reading

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word-poem:\\dystocia

dystocia: a prolonged or difficult labor or delivery Why is war? The child kills time for fifty years, trapped among mirrors and griefs.  Mimes a word here and there, her undersea sounds bubble up like a gurgle or silent howl. … Continue reading

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