ARCHIVE FOR December, 2005

Deep Thoughts

Friday, December 30th, 2005

What’s missing? Not a friend …

The Merchant

Friday, December 30th, 2005

“This rug is Eastern Anatolian, seventy years old,”the merchant says …

On the Knowledge of Dogs

Friday, December 30th, 2005

“A dog raced through a cathedral…”

Lake Star

Friday, December 30th, 2005

This old canoe and I have drifted to the middle of the lake…

Evening on the Esopus River

Friday, December 30th, 2005

I’m sitting on a chair-shaped rock…

B-17

Friday, December 30th, 2005

Ungainly silver airborne thug…

Open to Everything

Thursday, December 29th, 2005

In Memory of Bill Matthews

Millennial Pedestrian

Tuesday, December 27th, 2005

Early in the century’s first morning
we are its first pedestrians.

Central Park

Saturday, December 17th, 2005

An unconnected series of poems set in the Park