That Critical Summer 1975
we wait for snow at a barn dancebrave men on some god-forsaken bridge we wait for snow where a gas jockey pumpsa stream of pink horses into infinity, 1920
You Look in the Mirror and See Ulysses S. Grant
You Look in the Mirror and See Ulysses S. Grant Poetry by David Stone Take Grant’s Union Army, for example, lumbering south through Virginia trampling everything good and decent after Robert E. Lee’s magnificent killing machine On a graceless monster rocks an alcoholic head discarding the killed and […]
Time Passes Poem
Tuning Fork Poem
It’s not world peace not even the end of hunger It isn’t fairness, respect or inspiration A search for words futile as perfect love, a tune heard early then lost among songs It isn’t even brotherhood Tuning fork you are the search for perfect pitch […]
…tremendous lie of sleep… Poetry by David Stone
…tremendous lie of sleep… By David Stone Assorted Ideas, Large & Small Was Cummings right?Is it a lie untethering the common lietossing us like formless energyinto timeless space where everything happens at once? Among the insane features of sleep, did weagain stand together inintimacy, and if not,how […]
We All Miss Ralph
Circa 1968 In a Hawley Street laundromat, the urban housewife’s last resort become a resource for hippies I am waiting for our clothes to dry sitting atop a washer, reading a paperback my feet draped in front of the window We’re all cool […]
A Walk With Edgar Allen Poe
Poe walked with me along the Hudson, the sullen edge of the river now braced with concrete, losing the battle between land and sea. “We had no cars,” Poe muttered. “We did have horse shit, however. Me, I’ll sustain the exhaust fumes. You run no risk […]
Collage Poem
Set it up here Include all audio Yellow light streams over the brown-green rim of the hill, edges roughened with forest. I stand at the sink, storm windows swung open Over the ribbed, white edge of frost light coming down over the hilltop, skidding across […]
