Subscribe to and announce poetry events on the Connecticut Shoreline approximately between New Haven and Old Saybrook and extending up to Middletown.
more ...In the back of the mirror a curtain
drops into place and becomes still.
What expectation
of my difficult girlfriends
did I feel and flee?
I must be a fool
driving in rain so heavy
it’s like a car wash.
The great blue heron
lumbers up onto the air.
Fiddler crabs scatter
across marshy mud that quakes
beneath our footsteps.
The poem must resist the intelligence
Almost successfully
—Wallace Stevens
Beat a couple of stars
and chop your choice of subatomic particles:
photons, neutrinos, electrons,
and quarks are all good.
At the bottom of the sky
irrigation systems, roads,
and fencelines divide the plains
with simple squares. And circles,
Imagine the poem’s natural habitat is the mind; there it is free to run wild. There, the poem can be comprehended entirely: front and back, beginning to end, center and circumference.
more ...Here are a couple noisy MP3 files from Sunday:
Richard reading, and Pat reading.
Unfortunately,the tape in the recorder ran out before the end of Pat’s reading.
Pat O’Brien and I read at the Central Gallery in Old Saybrook on March 9th at 4pm. The gallery is at 270 Main Street on the corner of Main and Sheffield near the Town Hall.
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