This blog ran for more than two years with no graphics--and it received about 50 page views. I was advised to add graphics; after seeing the huge public that followed blogs dedicated to homoerotic images, I decided to use that kind. The result was a dramatically increased number of monthly page views, and the number has remained fairly steady. Most of the images were found on the internet; although they are assumed to be in the public domain, they are identified as far as possible. They are exhibited under the Fair Use protections of United States copyright law: their function is simply to attract readers to the poems--I receive no economic benefit from them or from the blog. Nevertheless, they will be removed if they are copyrighted and the owner so desires.

Friday, August 30, 2013


For a young poet who committed suicide

Where have you gone?  I followed the signs
You disappeared into labyrinths
Of crystals and words, leaving behind
Faded horizons and sunset tints,
Mist on a darkening lake, and wisps
Of whispering in empty rooms.

None of it is real now.  Where I am,
The field mice run, the crickets shriek,
Overripe pomegranates split, break,
Dribble pink seeds that the rats eat,
And nightly the owls strike.  So it
Comes down to feathers, fur, and bones.

Sometimes, in my mind, I go alone
To a Kentucky graveyard, and I stand
Beside your stone with empty hands,