Father You love what’s not there. What’s not there is what’s there to love– a lawn half mowed abandoned to the afternoon, the pale abrupt of the short cut rows ending in lushness. That’s the future of absence. An upswell. Upswell is your favorite metaphor. A wave. A birthday.…
Investment
Randall Watson's poem of desire and connection crosses into ecstasy-- "we, man and woman, initial, /feel the thin wet skein /of the darkened concrete /the light’s epidural ease."
Randall Watson’s poem of desire and connection crosses into ecstasy– “we, man and woman, initial, /feel the thin wet skein /of the darkened concrete /the light’s epidural ease.”
The Mountain Chickadee
Spring is here, and with it comes desire-- "As when a boy, immersed /in the atmosphere of his parents' vacation, /drives 20 miles to meet a girl /and there, in the garden shed..."
Spring is here, and with it comes desire– “As when a boy, immersed /in the atmosphere of his parents’ vacation, /drives 20 miles to meet a girl /and there, in the garden shed…”