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Is it a time for poetry? The right time? The time for the distillation of emotion and thought, of anger or love, adoration or hatred reduced to a few salient words? We have endured diatribes, words spilling like hot lava...

The responsibility lies with the ghosts who never lie down. The ghosts who tint the Sunday street or the Monday morning kitchen in the shades of having been there before, the déjà vu of it all. And I have been. There before....

Love as sure as the earth beneath our feet, willing to bear the heavy weight of years, not ever scrunched to dust though foot-trodden. Brown and unadorned by first light or shadow yet beautiful. Solid but fine enough to rub...

“. . .but the hedgehog knows one big thing.” —Archilochus   Wide open, each flower a purple mountain top, softly folded or sharply creased, that erupts abruptly upon a plain of tangled leaves. Sunlight becomes part of that...

Being a dog-days-of-summer poem, it will ramble. It will sit distracted on the porch, rock back and forth, back and forth to the cadence of cicadas, bumping with the desultory thump the dog’s tail makes on the floor. There will...

after Turner a wisp of wave ringing curls of evanescent light crepuscular clouds sluice into nothing   Alan Catlin has a new book out Still Life with Apocalypse from Sheila Na Gig Editions. Forthcoming is a haiku inflected...