Friday, April 21, 2017
Thursday, April 20, 2017
Wednesday, April 19, 2017
Tuesday, April 18, 2017
Monday, April 17, 2017
WALKING INTO SPRING ~
Short Story
She came to me before bed rubbing
face cream from her hands to her
cheeks and onto her lips
and kissed me on the lips
like it was the most natural
thing to do
so I tasted of face cream
long after she had fallen
asleep
and
I didn't
Leaf~Like
How long together —
so that when she
leaves for a moment
to find a bathroom
I wait in the aisle of
a store seemingly
active and content
yet only in pause —
so that when she
returns I continue
and if she didn’t —
leaf-like I’d
blow away
Walking Into Spring
The shortest black shorts on all the sidewalk
Also the longest legs
It’s 69 degrees after a very strange winter of no snow for months and
a blizzard
The hair is brown and straight and it falls way past her shoulders
No one notices her because she is at ease which is why I notice
She’s as natural as a leaf I found today and put into my shirt pocket
Just a leaf, from last fall, and now almost spring
No one else wanted it
She’s just walking
Eating ice cream from a cup
With a spoon
Day
at
a
stand
still
like
only
winter
can
———————————————
Bob Arnold
BEAUTIFUL DAYS
Longhouse
Sunday, April 16, 2017
Saturday, April 15, 2017
Friday, April 14, 2017
Thursday, April 13, 2017
Wednesday, April 12, 2017
Tuesday, April 11, 2017
Monday, April 10, 2017
LIVE & LEARN ~
This Is Yet Another Reason
why I love her —
she took the round lemon candy
put it into her mouth
broke it in two while
walking towards me
with no words but a
smile in her eyes
tongued one candy half
into my mouth and
stood her ground
How Lucky We Are Once Again
I haven’t been able to breathe right for eight weeks
After four months working on a mucky flooded river
The doctors are listening but the doctors don’t get it right
There’s always drugs, though this seems fungal and absorbing
When I bend down to pet our cat with its very pink nose
I can’t help but think how hard this would be for him
A Free Man
I haven’t voted in our town
very democratic town meeting
for years and years and years
stay home
let others do the job they like to do
I’m starting to forget what everyone looks like
Live & Learn
Squeaking floor boards
above your head —
that carpenter you were 30 years ago
———————————
Bob Arnold
BEAUTIFUL DAYS
Longhouse, 2013
photo by Two Hands 2017
Sunday, April 9, 2017
Saturday, April 8, 2017
WHAT IS POETRY? ~
Edited by Anselm Berrigan
2017
This is a big, fat, mama mia anthology of
interviews with poets drawn all from
The Poetry Project Newsletter
over 25 years —
who you might imagine is, yes, in here
and it's good for you.
Friday, April 7, 2017
TOGETHER AGAIN ~
Paul Celan — walking with Nani Maier and Jean-Dominique Rey
~
"In 1947, a young man called Paul Celan showed up in Vienna.
He came literally from nothingness."
M I L O D O R
He came literally from nothingness."
M I L O D O R
Together Again
It will rain tonight on the green, calcareous dunes.
The wine preserved until now in a dead man's mouth
will awaken the realm with its bridges
rebuilt into a bell.
A man's tongue will resound audaciously inside a helmet.
And so the trees will also rush, wait for
a leaf with a voice, brought in an urn, to deliver
a message from the shores of sleep to the tides of flags.
Let it drown in your eye
to make me believe that together we'll die.
Your hair, dripping from mirrors, will diffuse the air
in which, with frosty hand, I'll ignite an autumn.
From water drunk by the blind, my little laurel
will climb a tardy ladder to bite your forehead.
____________________
P A U L C E L A N
translated by Nina Cassian
ROMANIAN POEMS
Sheep Meadow Press
Thursday, April 6, 2017
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