Wednesday, January 24, 2018


Early Peonies

the peony buds

   and their very own

      army of ants

  on maneuvers

   don't know topmast

           from tapioca

but a wind

      from the southwest

   they recognize

Seeing Snyder Again in the 80's

He's much the same

              truckin' stride

                        mountain goat demeanor

          Tibetan about the eyes —

                                      a feisty sprite

after his talk

       I come up to him

                     in a coat & tie

      and Italian leather shoes

    — gray in my hair

                          and paunch from citywide

              wheel of parentkarma

           introduce myself

& he cocks his head

             leans back a step

        and eyes me quizzically

I say

   referring to the way I'm dressed

        "Yup, it's me, all right"

He fixes me with a glance


                referring to his own getup

             (short patrician haircut

                                            [Bubbs Creek update]

                   professorial reading glasses

         neat blue suit coat

                                   snappy old tie

                         & buttondown shirt

      — still the earring     [diamonds, now]

& still three humpbacked flute players

                                             on his belt buckle — )


            "Yup, it's me, too!"

                          with eye crinkle

                       and gold tooth smile


Joey (2001-2016)
       for Orion and Lynn

our beautiful yellow cat

   who spoke to us so eloquently

  always groomed my beard

      as he did his father

     and his siblings

and even inside

         his dog's ears

died yesterday

     even as he was dying

he smelled like fresh-cut hay

I wept and kissed his forehead

     then each of his pure white boots

   then curled him in a shoebox

           and placed him in the basement freezer

      until next spring

               when we'll bury him

under the lilac hedge

    next to his father

I will forever

      see his upright stripy tail

   cutting through the wildflowers

as he makes his way home


Ken McCullough
Red Dragonfly Press



Tuesday, January 23, 2018


Author Ursula Le Guin at home with her cat, Lorenzo, in 1996. The writer’s “pleasant duty,” she said, is to ply the reader’s imagination with “the best and purest nourishment that it can absorb.”
Credit                                                                                                Jill Krementz, All Rights Reserved 

              1929 (Berkeley) ~ 2018

Nicanor Parra teaching in Santiago, Chile, in 1992. On the blackboard he had written: “Back to democracy for what? So the movie repeats itself? No.” 
                                                                                                 Alvaro Hoppe/Associated Press

                                                                                          1914 (Chile) ~ 2018



"Ali Ahmed Said was born in a small village in Syria in 1930. His choice
of pen name — Adonis — is an indicator of the audacity of both his poetry
and his writings on Arab culture and society. In 1961, this self-proclaimed
Arab Nietzsche published Songs of Mihyar the Damascene, a complex two-
hundred-page collection that many consider turning point in modern
Arabic poetry. Its impact on Arabic poetics has been no less substantial than 
the impact T. S. Eliot's "The Waste Land" had on English poetics."

— Kareem James Abu-Zeid


Monday, January 22, 2018



East Sierra Song

I’d climb the clouds

From the highway up

If you came with me

I Notice

Sunburn under her blouse

And more buttons are undone

When she is only

Around me


the blue of the pool

and the sky and

your eyes I swim

Love Life


For 40 years

Either of us —

Except by

Either of us


Summer dress

Covers you



I'm In Love With You
Who Is In Love With Me
Longhouse 2012

Saturday, January 20, 2018