Category Archives: Poems and Ponderings

TUNNELING by Christine Hemp I have found my way down. Feverish, muddled, I dig deep through loam and stone. I jam my bleeding fingers behind stuck rocks, my [..]

PHONE SAX Debussy called it that aquatic instrument. Here on the very edge of a continent, the Pacific pulls down the sun, and I hear one reed singing. [..]

                                  THE CUTTING Even in the dampened folds of my handkerchief the [..]

  CONTRARIES Yesterday, for instance, on the lake we saw two otters slip out and wrestle on the rocks. Their slick joy carried the August day. Until someone [..]

  SURRENDER Just like that truck on the exit ramp, I see the S-curve too late and my load inside begins to shift: A slumber party of fresh [..]

  AN ABSTRACT ART When the painter Kandinsky lay in hospital, aching from some mysterious complaint, he wept to think about the surgeon’s knife, about being wheeled into [..]

     MY BODY FEELS My body feels fine with your body Your fine body feels with my body A full-bodied feeling to feel one Another (finally) my [..]

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DIGGING  by Seamus Heaney 1939-2103 Between my finger and my thumb The squat pen rests; snug as a gun. Under my window, a clean rasping sound When the [..]