Thursday, January 21, 2021



SIT NEAR THE FRONT


Another day one.

Another first day of a

new semester

with new notebooks and 

new highliters.

We’ve been here before. 

We can be glad for Joe and

Kamala and her 

husband and 

Amanda Gorman.

But it’s 

our name 

we wrote

carefully

on the new 

blank notebooks.


Wednesday, January 20, 2021

 


IT WAS FREEZING COLD BUT CLEAR


I took a bus

from here with my

Nikon camera

around my neck

and a backpack 

and a book I can’t remember 

to Washington

DC to see

what it would be like

on Barack Obama’s 

Inauguration Day.


Tuesday, January 19, 2021

Monday, January 18, 2021

 


KING OF THE WILD FRONTIER


Every day 

we turn away 

from the dream we had

to be a hero like 

Davy Crockett was.

We watch TV instead.

We read about things

we’ve read about

before.

We get mad at non-heroic

things we see

in other people.

I had a coonskin hat.


Thursday, January 14, 2021

 



SOMETIMES RULES...


The black notebook

I could have got

with no 

lines

is always tempting

but you might 

write artsy or

crooked or loopy or 

even sideways in that one

when the reason you

went out to get a black notebook

was to write straight on the line

to yourself at least.




Tuesday, January 12, 2021



PARTIES DIDN’T INTEREST ME

In boarding school 

—no not one of those, it was

a boys Catholic one—

I used to write letters.

I had a girlfriend

back home. 

The other boarders would go

to day-students’ parties

on Saturday night

or to mixers with Catholic girls schools.

I didn’t go. My roommate always went.

I stayed in by myself

and listened to records or

the radio

or read or

wrote at my desk. 

The lamp on the desk

was very bright. Too bright.

I can still see how it made things look.

My hand on a magazine, 

or holding a pen, 

or a cigarette.


 


A framed cover of the first issue of a weekly free paper I started in 1984. It had a good run. Not long enough. My fault. I’d still like to be doing it.