Tag: love
member name: John F Walter
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February 14, 2007 12:08 PM EST --
for Inmaculada Cara Martin, beloved wife, forever my valentine. With special use of the public domain lyrics from Richard Rogers and Lorenz Hart's immortal song, MY FUNNY VALENTINE, now a jazz . . .
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August 01, 2007 10:03 PM EDT --
for my wife Inmaculada Cara Martin
Granada breathes out its burnt roses at dusk.
I think about the child I don´t have,
the children we won´t raise,
since my . . .
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May 01, 2006 09:00 AM EDT --
for Angela Claire and Andalucia Dotson
may·day [máy dày] noun. distress call: the internationally recognized communications distress call.
My friend draws bright discs in . . .
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September 17, 2006 02:22 PM EDT --
for Jenn B., my "jennie james," brilliant young writer and ex-Gatherer who I've worried about for four months since she left us, but now have learned happily is full of more life than ever! . . .
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March 13, 2007 06:10 PM EDT --
For Brenda Clewes, beautiful dancer and brilliant pre Sim poet of the embodied mind. Her work interrogates consciousness and the evanescent self in a way that recalls a great modern American video artist, . . .
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July 22, 2007 05:38 PM EDT --
For all contemporary artists who get mired in the latest critical theories and lose hope. This one especially goes out to my pre Sim homegirls Amy George and Jill Pazerackas of . . .
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July 15, 2007 12:22 PM EDT --
Sonnet elegy for Don Francisco Cara Martin, my father-in-law (1930-2002).
I never liked its name, 'Alzheimer's,´
Which brings to mind a faulty rhymer,
Who, . . .
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July 20, 2008 11:41 PM EDT --
There´s no wife tonight: no other half of the tale.
No questions or desires blurted down the hallway.
No delivery of daily vignettes across the sofa´s pillows.
No flurry . . .
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June 29, 2006 01:10 PM EDT --
for Mark Christian Klopp, troubadour, chocolatier, seer
I just found a silk souk past the Gate of Scales,
I just tasted a grape from your open mouth.
The medina spirals inward sighing genie tales
from . . .
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April 24, 2006 11:10 AM EDT --
for Maureen Sullivan Stemberg, in grief and greening
A purple line draws itself, criss-
crossing paths on Cartesian plane.
The sun's out today. Hello, sun!
Please warm the air, my windowpane.
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October 05, 2006 10:06 PM EDT --
To Laura, Ed, Will, Ludolf, Ali, Max, Jan, Marinela, Barbary, Brenda, Sonia, Amy, Hannah, Breanne, Cheryl, Magi, Nathan, Douglas, Amanda, E.B., Silvia, Jenn, Mandi, Carol, Jessie, Jacob, Carla, Annina, . . .
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March 12, 2006 10:52 AM EST --
for my brother Michael Walter, 1960-1991
The cloud eats up the crow.
In the sunless pond, sticks
float by like a woman's eyes
in a mirror.
I surrender to the crying jag;
I wail.
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February 28, 2006 06:11 AM EST --
for Katya Kallsen
If we took a walk down to our pier
carrying sesame crackers and semillon,
if we found a summer to lean upon
making believe the water's clear,
if we drank the wine without . . .
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March 03, 2006 07:09 AM EST --
for Gina Margillo
When love comes dragging
Its heels to an end,
Bread wants for butter.
Salt tastes like sin.
Sleep becomes enemy.
Fatigue, a best friend.
Old kisses cling
To unshed skin.
Drink . . .
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March 22, 2006 07:10 AM EST --
for Chris Naut (1957--1983)
Raccoon leads the way
through the descending cave
toward the shining pools
light where there's no light
Raccoon you perished under
swerving skidding bald tires . . .
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April 22, 2006 09:35 PM EDT --
For Laura Stuart Mercer
(sung to a Gershwin style melody done Big Band style)
The girl I can kiss without having kissed her,
The miss who I miss without having dismissed . . .
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June 08, 2006 07:49 PM EDT --
For my spouse Inmaculada Cara Martin
If there were indeed a thousand and something nocturnes
they might have come bottled in handblown vials and jars, . . .
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February 17, 2006 10:01 AM EST --
This poem is based on a Tradition passed down for centuries by Sufis and given to me by Shaykh Ibn al 'Arabi as the greatest Truth: "I was a Hidden Treasure who so loved to be known . . .
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February 27, 2006 10:54 AM EST --
for Patrick Walter
Taking the wooden blocks out of their box,
then gripping their dense shapes in tiny palms,
I nodded to my brother, and so began
the building of the temple, fort, and man.
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March 06, 2006 11:35 AM EST --
for Isabel Cara Martin & Provash Budden, mis cunados
A piso* in a house fronting an aljibe;
An aljibe** in a church facing a cross;
a cross in a plaza in front of the church;
the plaza on a hill . . .
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