Monday, July 22, 2013

again already!

I realize this is not usual for me but time moves fast these says in the 87th year. I realize also that the material about publications, activities needs editing. Will do, perhaps even soon. To alert you, my next book, Excuse For Bring Here (my life with Thoreau) is proceeding and should materialize this fall. In the mean time, another poem.

       The Cooper's Art

A well-made barrel — she was
well made — every curved tapered
stave fitting seeming seamless. 
Promised — No — remembered 
liquor mellow as her belly 
swelled.  But now. drinking's done.
Sun, age, time, build strains 
the cooper's art still restrains. 
One hoop at either end
kept the spirit young until I
took one tight rusted ring away.
Staves tumbled every which way. 
The head fell in on a criss-cross 
pile of odd shaped sticks. For
the loss of that one hoop, shape
design, meaning, all undone. 

Wednesday, July 17, 2013


Well, I can be brief, then get back to work.

NEWS: My wife departed, Virginia (vicki) Chute's second novel should be available in August. Look for The Daughter of Francis Martin.

And as for Me:  I burrowing through stacks of old poems, doing many revision sufficent to make them new. Here are a couple bits that I had forgotten

A haiku in a strict quote from Thoreau.          
          how surprising their
          bright yellow discs. Why study
          other hieroglyphics?"       [The journal: 5/24/1853]

And from Wittgenstein:         

           "That singular sun
              setting behind the hill does
              not hypothesize."