Archive for November, 2009

On Bloomfield

November 30, 2009

Our beards are soft and gray as morning ash,
endowed with parables and cigarettes.
Our coats, a vagary of petty cash,
describe the button holes in safety nets.
And if this station cracks beneath our boots,
the cold, erasing rain may knit us suits.


Pray, What is the Reason for That?

November 18, 2009

John J. Trause reads from Lewis Carroll’s “You are Old, Father William” (Alice in Wonderland, Chapter V) for Poetry at Tasty Coco on Tuesday.