Month: September 2012

The Other Side of Town

This poem, “The Other Side of Town,” I had written in 2005.  I was inspired by a Stephen Dobyns’ poem, “The Street,” which was inspired by a painting of the same name by Balthus in 1933.  For Professor Frost’s poetry workshop, we had to write poetry inspired by pictures/paintings.  This was essentially my response/sequel/whatever to…

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A Perfect Murder(?)

A Perfect Murder(?) I’m falling forward into a dream state; a Heaven or Hell, depending on fate. I had a second to think about it, to build my though pieces up bit by bit. Confusion blanketed over my eyes, obstructing my view like a window’s blinds. Then it happened and the snap felt so hot,…

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Night’s Performance

Night’s Performance   The Cheshire Cat grins his white crescent smile—the only light shining above.  Stare into his twinkling eyes.  He’s wrapped up cozily in Night’s blackness blanket. The crescent is projected upon the ground; spaces between the teeth create a pattern—one mosaic represented by many projections all melting into one, creating faceless shadows, flowing…

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Bird’s Eye View

  Bird’s Eye View   Drowning in a sea of some discontent Waking and aching to another day To the city streets of drowning dismay Not sure of who they were and what they meant Staring down, looking around to the sounds Of the flow of time and ebb of people The Drowning simply veer…

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Pilgrimage

Pilgrimage   Tears stream down caressing one’s cheek, waking every pore, creating awareness— for songs of sorrow penetrate the movement, breaking the barrier with nothing more than a whisper— a whimper from the friction. Glazed eyes fill only to spill over. Closed eyes postpone another downpour. Eyelids are left speckled with dew. Quivering lips create…

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An Evening With a Mentor

I.  In the BeginningMonths ago, I wrote a letter to a former teacher upon his retirement.  I had the opportunity to talk with him over a cup of coffee last Thursday.  It has been almost eight years since I saw Mr. Dance last.  I was doing classroom observations for one of my education classes. I was…

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