Monthly Archives: October 2010

Today’s Poem

The moon
does not blame its silence
on smaller stones.

–anonymous poet on

Printers Ink is the Greatest Explosive

If you think there is a new dark age coming —
you’re right.
But go to the City Lights bookstore anyway.
Ferlinghetti is still alive,
you can see
what a real bookstore looks like,
hear strange and wonderful singing
from below in the alley,
listen to people whisper as if in church,
sit in the poet’s chair
and feel
all is not

Erasing Edna St. Vincent Millay’s The Plaid Dress

Strong sun, bleach
this dress, violent plaid,
the yellow stripe,
the flashy green,
the recurring checker,
the serious breach of taste.

I fear, this garment–
strip it off!
Send me homeward eased and bare.

The hair,
lining the subtle(?) gown
is not seen,
but it is there.