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This blog ran for more than two years with no graphics--and it received about 50 page views. I was advised to add graphics; after seeing the huge public that followed blogs dedicated to homoerotic images, I decided to use that kind. The result was a dramatically increased number of monthly page views, and the number has remained fairly steady. Most of the images were found on the internet; although they are assumed to be in the public domain, they are identified as far as possible. They are exhibited under the "Fair Use" protections of United States copyright law: their function is simply to attract readers to the poems--I receive no economic benefit from them or from the blog. Nevertheless, they will be removed if they are copyrighted and the owner so desires.

Thursday, November 17, 2016

A RIDDLE


Now I am bound taut, drawn down
by those gigantic hands
to the framework that holds me from below. 
The slightest tap upon this rack
can make me quiver into sound.
And when against the cross-pull of the strands
that come and go
I shudder and vibrate,
the whole body of my world resounds.
Yet should I lie slack along all my length
in complete contact with this ground,
nor it nor I would resonate:
there would be no music then.
It is this thing
perversely called a bridge,
that separates
and holds me back
from everything—this hard threshold,
this stumbling block—produces strength,       
gives power to strain,
and makes me sing.
Sometimes so vibrant is the pain
that thrills me through, I know
they are stroking me again
(fingers pressing, probing how
to raise my cries up to a scream)
with that delicate, pitiless bow. 

How they must be enjoying it now. 





(THE STRING OF A FIDDLE)      







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Friday, October 7, 2016

A FRAGMENT


Their breathing came quiet and slow.

After working together hard
to light the spark that fused,
then shattered them,
they rested. 

One sprawled apart,
sweat-polished like a slave
caught in the toils of love,
dissolving within a current of dreams.



His lover lay heavy and warm,
eyes closed against the all-absorbing dark, 

Monday, October 3, 2016

HERE'S TO WILLIAM J. CLINTON




Here’s to William J. Clinton,
our President quondam,
who’s shown that he takes
the whole world as his condom.


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Monday, August 1, 2016

EN LA PLAYA DE LA VIRGEN


Saliste de la malla chispeante
de la ondulante marejada
tal como un dios desnudo;
el arco doble de tu pecho
se tallaba de sol y sombra. 

Tus piernas rompían el agua;
los prismas rutilantes
corrían por tus muslos;
tus dedos despedían
centellas de diamante. 

Serpientes embelesadas
de espuma te perseguían
hasta donde me encontraba
esperándote en la orilla.
Ellas silbaban tu nombre
cual locas enamoradas;
sus lenguas de amargo almíbar
me salpicaron la cara. 

Desde las piedras torcidas
y rotas de de la bahía,
la santa imagen tendía
sus brazos hacia mí,  

¡Santa Virgen de las rocas!
¡Virgen Santa del rocío! 

con las manos devoradas
por los vientos y las olas,
y la vestidura rota
por el salitre incrustada . . .

Friday, July 15, 2016

LA FRANCE C'EST NOUS, NOUS SOMMES LA FRANCE



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Thursday, May 26, 2016

A SORT OF CONSOLATION

Slim and smooth as a teen-aged boy,
With hands and lips willful and deft,
He led me around like a toy
Duck on a string . . . until he left,
Taking a great piece of my heart
A double defection and theft.
So I was left with my    art.




























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