Month: June 2012

A Visitor to the Quarry

Limestone dust scoots across the road And filters into the already dying June grass. The peacock appears at the quarry windows, Not looking in, not looking at the trucks, Not engaged in any way with human life, Abiding in its own peacock world Of…

Silver Changes in Summer

There are things we learn in the summer that we don’t learn in other seasons. In warm climes, we learn and relearn the intensity of heat, the places where sweat pools on our bodies, the way that one cool breeze can redeem a whole…

70 Years Ago Today: She Got a Diary

 On June 12, 1942, Anne Frank received a diary for her thirteenth birthday. One month later, her family went into hiding. She got a diary. Red and white checked cover. It was to hold a thirteen-year-old girl’s life, Pet peeves, family outings, friends, Movie…

Johnny Depp, Poetry Man

Johnny Depp. Today, June 9, is his birthday. He is 49! I am writing this post to see how many hits I can get by putting his name in it. Johnny Depp. Just tagging that. . . . Well, not really. Here’s Johnny Depp…

Dispatching at the Rock Quarry

The trucks are either white or red. Alliance, the white ones say. Cowboy, the red ones. An occasional blue one appears, All driven by men except one, whose driver calls in her mission and adds, Have a nice day. Pugged aggregate base. Rip rap….

People Talk Too Much

One of the reasons poetry hooked me at an early age was because I admired its efficiency with words. People talk too much. They write too much, text too much, listen to too many other people talking, watch too much TV with people talking….