Year of 1000 Poems (2025): 95-125 / 1000

Elizabeth Bishop

The Fish
Letter to N.Y.
The Armadillo
North Haven
In The Waiting Room
One Art

Robert Bly

Surprised by Evening
Waking from Sleep
Poem in Three Parts
Snowfall in the Afternoon
In a Train
Driving to Town Late to Mail a Letter
Watering the Horse
After Long Busyness
Counting Small-Boned Bodies
Looking Into a Face
The Hermit
Shack Poem
Looking Into a Tide Pool
Visting Emily Dickenson’s Grave With Robert Francis
Insect Heads
Passing an Orchard by Train
Driving My Parents Home at Christmas
For My Son Noah, Ten Years Old
My Father’s Wedding
At Midocean
In Rainy September

Gwendolyn Brooks

from A Street in Bronzeville
kitchennette building
the mother
a song in the front yard
of De Will Williams on his way to Lincoln Cemetery

Year of 1000 Poems (2025): 58-94 / 1000

John Ashberry

The Picture of Little J.A. in a Prospect of Flowers
“They Dream Only of America”
Leaving the Atocha Station
Definition of Blue
As You Came from the Holy Land
The Ice-Cream Wars
Street Musicians
Paradoxes and Oxymorons
Introduction

Marvin Bell

White Clover
The Extermination of the Jews
from The Escape Into You: Homage to the Runner
The Mystery of Emily Dickinson
To Dorothy
During the War
The Last Thing I Say
These Green-Going-to-Yellow
Drawn by Stones, by Earth, by Things That Have Been in the Fire
They
The Nest
Long Island

John Berryman

The Song of the Tortured Girl

from The Dream Songs
1 [Huffy Henry]
4 [Filling her compact & delicious body]
8 [The weather was fine]
9 [Deprived of his enemy]
13 [God bless Henry]
14 [Life, friends, is boring]
29 [There sat down, once]
45 [He stared at ruin]
46 [I am, outside]
55 [Peter’s not friendly]
230 [There are voices]
384 [The marker slants]

from Eleven Addresses to the Lord
1 [Master of beauty]

Henry’s Understanding

Elizabeth Bishop

The Man-Moth

Remembering Robert Lyon on what would have been his 88th Birthday

Tool & Die

Calipers and micrometers, cradled by the red felt
lining the half opened drawers of the wooden toolbox that belonged to his father,
wait to measure the tolerances of parts that must work together without touching.

And his corrugated space smells of the sweet oil sliding down the bit,
smoking as metal bites into metal,
digging towards the core,
extruding the sharp helix that can tempt blood from my young fingers.

We hide behind masks, he and I,
as he draws a molten bead along the cold unparted edges,
the inscrutable panes protect our dark eyes.
We must not look directly at such couplings.

Even here, among the jagged edges and melting surfaces,
kindness lays down in the teeth.
The blade, oiled to cut softly through the angle iron
eases itself down under his sure fingers , chewing gently
through the 90º angles, 6″ at a time.

And there are no shadows here;
the cold fluorescent lights illuminate every square inch of my father’s workshop.
The only darknessess are the fears
lying beneath his clean work shirt,
beating against the pencils and rulers he carries in his breast pocket.

© 1994, John Lyon

Year of 1000 Poems (2025): 34-57 / 1000

Galway Kinnell, from The Book of Nightmares:

The Hen Flower
The Shoes of Wandering
Dear Stranger Extant in Memory by the Blue Juniata
In the Hotel of Lost Light
The Dead Shall Be Raised Incorruptible
Little SleepsHead Sprouting Hair in the Moonlight
The Call Across the Valley of NotKnowing
The Path Among the Stones
Lastness

Richard Cecil:

In Search of the Great Dead

A.R. Ammons:

Apologia Pro Vita Sua
Laser
He Held a Radical Light
Working with Tools
The Unifying Principle
Cut the Grass
The City Limits
The Eternal City
White Dwarf
Distraction
Neighbors
Breaking Out
Extrication
Volitions

A Year in Vinyl 1-5/365

It’s been a hot minute since I listened to any vinyl. Here I go!

Museum directors with high shaking heads
They kick white shadows until they play dead
Who’s gonna drive ya home tonight?
All you know is what you hear
Well, shake it up now, all you’ve got, woo hoo
Outside’s the rain, the driving snow
I can hear the wild wind blowing
Turn out the light, bolt the door
I ain’t going out there no more

2024 Scrobbles

I know you’ve been absolutely dying to know what I listened to last year. Well. Here it is.

U2 was big because we saw them at the Sphere in Las Vegas over Superbowl weekend. I also saw Samantha Fish here in Austin. And Sting/Billy Joel in San Antonio.

Year of 1000 Poems (2025): 2-33 / 1000

From the book Songs of Waking by Jonathan Simons.

Small Fire
In the Night
Madrid
Driftwood
Hungry Ghost
Salt Spring Island
On Forgetting
Polaris
Castaways
From the Shore
Moving Closer
The Factory
Midnight Sun
The Seamstress
When the Sun Sighs
Golden
Like a Soldier
The Butterfly
Solid Ground
Shelter
A Thousand Empty Rooms
Solitude
Currency
Mirage
Thirst
Upon the Banks of That River
Song from the Void
Tracks
When the Last Bell Tolls
Sensation of a Moment
Life on the Wing

From the Book of Nightmares by Galway Kinnell

Under the Maud Moon