Oldest River (poem)

Oldest River I was too happy to recognize when it happened to someone else too sad to realize when it happened to me until time passed which did not make me less sad but just slightly very very slightly more aware

Dare (poem)

Dare 33 34 Peaches, peaches abundant, the fruit maturing. How to select the best one? Outside in the sun in the middle of an ancient desert, baking in oil with basil, vanilla, wine. The basting brush strokes, strokes painting into a corner that leads only to new rooms to fly out to and paint. So…

Leathe Hemachandra: Poems from My Grandmother

Here’s what I think I know: My grandmother Leathe Hemachandra was born Leathe Wade Colvert in New York City on January 19, 1900. She was an English teacher. Her father, William Colvert, I’ve only seen in a photograph — I know nothing about him beyond that he lived. Her mother, Martha Pleasant, was born on…

Why Cats Stay in Abusive Relationships (poem)

I look up “poetry” in the dictionary, and the second definition is “the quickest way to lose blog traffic.” Similarly, when you in turn Google “the quickest way to lose blog traffic,” the second listing describes “posting in the middle of a Saturday morning.” Nonetheless, here’s another of my poems — a short one —…

Boulevard Park, Bellingham (poem)

I wrote this poem, which I think I posted on Facebook once a year or so ago, in 1996. Around that time I was writing a lot of poetry and doing some readings at Village Books and Stuart’s Coffeehouse in Bellingham, Washington. Bellingham is midway between Seattle and Vancouver, B.C. I lived there for 12…