Poetry – Page 2 – mountainbreakfast

Passages, a poem about a fly

This poem was rejected by the New Yorker by Peter Davison, who sent a nice personal letter praising the rhymes. So, since they don’t want it, try it here. A fly. You’ve all been there…

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An Entomological Lesson

Little is known of the predators of blister beetles. But we can speculate…

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A Poem from 1983

I wrote this when my brother, Phil, and I were lamenting on things going wrong. It seems appropriate for Democrats now, and Republicans in a couple years.

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Poems

THE CAT

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THE SNAIL

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A few short poems

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passages

Two Poems for Robert Frost:

evolution

ire-and-vice

Nursery Rhymes

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Well, many years ago, before computers and the internet, I wrote a short story about a man who carried an enormous length of garden hose up a mountain with the goal of starting a siphon to run water from a lake to his cabin below. His only friend, a water attorney (?!?!), warned him that stealing water could get him in a lot of trouble. But, undeterred by this cautionary advice, he proceeded to climb to the lake and start the siphon. Meanwhile, his friend cooked breakfast in the cabin below. By the time the hose was hooked up, his friend had set fire to the kitchen and lost control of his wits. Just when it looked like the cabin would be burned to ashes, the hose began blasting water, and he was able to save the house. This was the first of several short-short stories in a series that I called Mountain Breakfast, in which each tale involved cooking or eating breakfast in the wild. It was all about humans, all about nature, and all about human nature. I’m still at it, still hiking and thinking and writing tales, although they’re longer now, and not about eating breakfast.

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