poem inspired by James Schuyler

#562: Watermelon in Easter Hay

I have friends who don’t like the summer, who are intolerant of even mildly hot weather, absolutely miserable above 80 degrees. I had a professor once, a poet, Vern Rutsala, who absolutely loved the rain and he’d dressfor it even if the skies were perfectly clear. On a day like this the sun is out,Continue reading “#562: Watermelon in Easter Hay”

#369: Some Kind of Hymn

(after James Schuyler and for Cresslyn Clay) Moss grows on the roofs of the garage and the woodshed and the weather is shitty, again. This April, it’s unseasonably warm and dry with spells that go on for days of rain and clouds, gray spells. We’re in the middle of one of those. We sit atContinue reading “#369: Some Kind of Hymn”