Poetry - Selections from The White Crow v1, i3
(More poetry from C. C. Russell, John Sweet, Janet Kuypers, and Michael Estabrook, as well as Gary Jurechka, Mia T. Starr, and Richard I. Cohen available in the print version of The White Crow v.1, i.3, available for $2.00 ppd from Osric Publishing. Did I mention it has a hand-printed cover? Only $2.00!)
to the sea twice
but you write
as if you lived there.
There is cold salt
running through you,
or so you say.
You sing of ships
and straining bodies,
of some sort
You bask in the tide
you can't quite remember,
swimming in the open
her prozac year
was her worst
she'd rather fell
nothing at all
she'll always hate
says it's nice
to be able to hate
crashed the Chinese New Year's Ball.
You taught me how to waltz.
Blushing, I listened
to your best friend ask me
if you were opening up sexually.
I told him there was no problem.
I remember when we fulfilled
the prophecy of your horoscope
by sharing champagne at the
fireplace at the end of the week.
We even toasted marshmallows.
Nervous, I stood in the amphitheater
and serenaded you.
I'm sure I sang off key, but
you said you loved my voice.
You gave me a long-stemmed rose
when you made me dinner,
when we went downtown,
when you came back from church.
I kept those roses.
Teeth chattering, we sat on a tire
and kissed at the playground at
It was bitter cold, but I didn't care.
The thought of you
puts a sparkle in my eye
and I can't help but smile
whenever i see you.
How could I not love you?
that eventually became published as large encompassing editions
Men have larger hands than women
Augustin Dumay's playing like ice melting in
the dawn's rising sun. I turn the volume higher
and say to her, if you listen carefully you can
actually hear him breathing. A quizzical
expression drifts across her face as she asks,
"Why would I want to hear that?"
Published 1995. Crowright 2000 Osric Publishing. Last updated 07.02.2000