Stafford and Miller

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7SA8eFWof8U 

Morning Poem

 Trainer

 

The delicious forgetfulness

Of the ride, as if I am

Part of the blue sky, floating

Toward the mountain, a soul

Escaped from the wooden box,

Bird songs the only music,

As I spin the wheel, sweet light

Carries me above the pines,

Red tail hawk, dipping a wing.

Cormac in Smithsonian

https://www.smithsonianmag.com/arts-culture/two-years-cormac-mccarthys-death-rare-access-to-personal-library-reveals-man-behind-myth-180987150/?fbclid=IwY2xjawMhUyBleHRuA2FlbQIxMQABHgtBxsiZfvf1orqtknEHuqCFT3ImTIXMb-N4KDBg-sZWslgExt7D1l15KWcx_aem_ct0unLfmCsxGPJgdzc8lsg 

John Amen In One Art

https://oneartpoetry.com/2025/04/27/two-poems-by-john-amen/?fbclid=IwY2xjawJ7XF5leHRuA2FlbQIxMQBicmlkETFQR2JVTklNQjRNdG8xNTJXAR7peayXuvn2SVMyml2xs0pp6z6WptsyO53Wr9OXkjqthp37xcwNAjzob0MOFQ_aem_VSFLZF0DURHSXSfotsFOlQ 

Poem for Now

 

When I get to the top

I know the mountain

Is only this high.

 

I am not exceptional

So it makes sense that

This is my climb.

 

Roots and rocks

At seven o’clock

Each step, each intention.

 

Green beans and mayhem

Be damned above

The tree line.

 

Ghosts dogs

Go with me

When I call their names.

 

Every time I climb

The past

Grows smaller.

 

Hugo the Hornet

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i61c0mxq86A 

 

About to Knock

 

Behind the busted clapboard shack

A sea of broken lawnmowers swam

In a pine-needle gulley.

A swarm of mopeds more abandoned

Than parked in the grassless yard,

Tarpapered windows

Kept the world at length.

The finance creditor stopped

His Buick Regal by the road,

Stepped perilously through

Thistle and briar bush toward

The stepless plywood porch.

In the sun nothing stirred.

Till he stood at the door,

An expensive steel contraption

With a teardrop window,

About to knock.