Category Archives: Poetry

after a performance by Awadagin Pratt He is a left-handed player in a right-handed world reading charts, away from left and toward the right, underscored by right-brained, right-handed composers. Even the baton which conducts is clutched in the right.

Curious is the fact that a sleeping being is altogether aware yet elects to ignore the waking world

those who vow to never forget The Trail of Tears Antietam Sharpsburg Sand Creek The Little Bighorn

(With No Apologies to Ed McCurdy, nor to Pete Seeger, nor Simon and Garfunkle, &c.) Last night I had the strangest dream      I ever dreamed before I dreamed the world had all agreed      to put an end to war

Say it, man. Spell it out. Admit That your calculate words, woven Under and about this captive Doting audience have multiplied—

Study but solely me; play The part that binds you Until you must capitulate, Dreams to be relinquished,

Groping blindly at an upper shelf I tossed a box of unclean washers upon my concrete workroom floor. They scattered to the four corners.

A well regulated militia being necessary to the security of a free state, the rights of the people to keep and bear arms of the people to keep and bear harms of the people to keep and fear harms shall … Continue reading →

In Reply to Dr. Berkeley, or Flouting Grice’s Maxim of Quantity I am not aware of hearing anything as I lie on my right side, prone on the red granite gravel bar of the Early Winters Creek ford.