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   In my “free time,” I do stuff like listen to podcasts from BBC radio (England changes you)…and I came across this bit on The Fibonacci Sequence, on the programme “In Our Time.”  What is interesting to me about this chat, specifically, is that it began to intersect some of my ideas about creating an “invented form” […]

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revised sonnet

Miss Coca-Cola 1943 For my grandmother, Isabel Blackwell Roberts (b.1925-1977) “Passion moves inward, striking and blighting the deepest cellular recesses.” – Susan Sontag, Disease and It’s Metaphors Your young figure cinched in by a woolknit, striped bathing-suit, your fingers enclose the waist of a coke bottle, dark and fit as a tiny dressmakers’ dummy, poised […]

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Heroic Couplet revision

Naucrate at the Death-scene of Icarus “In Rama was there a voice heard, lamentation, and weeping, and great mourning, Rachel weeping for her children, and would not be comforted, because they are not.” (Matthew 2:18) Hand spun, now crumpled, wings hang like gentle sails, harnessed with leather to his genteel back. Hair, deep as night, […]

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Chimney Swifts It was this same time: an early winter. Columns of black birds undulated across the paling sky at evening, soundless. I’m grown. Where I live now, the cold will bring snow. But there, then, it meant only less light, moderate cold, damp sadness, robbed of lucidity, framed in magnolia, yella pine, and papery […]

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Chosen Poem IV (finally posted)

A portion of the long poem, The Throne of Labdacus. by Gjertrud SchnackenbergWhat is: a leaking through of events From beyond the bourn of right and wrong; What is: a sequence of accidents Without a cause, Or from which the cause Is long-lost, like a ruthless jewel Missing from an archaic setting’s Empty, bent, but […]

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Photograph Sonnet

Miss Coca-Cola 1943 For my grandmother, Isabel Blackwell Roberts, 1925-1977 “Passion moves inward, striking and blighting the deepest cellular recesses.” – Susan Sontag, Disease and It’s Metaphors Her own figure stitched in by a woolknit, striped bathing-suit, her fingers enclose the waist of a coke bottle, dark and fit as a tiny dressmakers’ dummy, poised […]

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Quatrains.

View from a Window: Murrels’ Inlet, S.C. Square, white clapboard planter holds heads of puff-pink crowned geraniums; her hands dead-headed the rest, frail brown casings mingled with plums in the barrel’s heap. Among grass warm bricks lay like honeycombs, held hexagons, each by six neighbors. Giving way to planks lain, felled trees aligned like rows, […]

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“Dusting” – Gjertrud Schnackenberg 1 A circle widens beneath my cloth, the years Of dust rubbed from the wavy windowpanes. Bits of planets, burst stars have sifted down, Dust from remote globes of the universe 5 Drops in our closets, piles in corners softly, Swirls in sunrays toward boxes we’ll unpack, Around the clocks and […]

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(painting by Herbert James Draper) Death-scene of Icarus Hand spun, now crippled, they hang like gentle sails, harnessed with leather to his genteel back. Hair, deep as night, lies in folds, laced through with weeds, on the sky-runner’s quiet brow. Red shadows, like winter trees, stretch across in congealing, rusted rivers. Limbs, traced in blood, […]

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“Aunt Jennifer’s Tigers” Aunt Jennifer’s tigers prance across a screen, Bright topaz denizens of a world of green. They do not fear the men beneath the tree; They pace in sleek chivalric certainty. Aunt Jennifer’s fingers fluttering though her wool Find even the ivory needle hard to pull. The massive weight of Uncle’s wedding band […]

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