Tag Archives: Poetry

Le Manse Revisited

Posted on March 17, 2009 by Thomas

Another mid-90s poem found online. I hate I lost the old databases, but it is nice I can still occassionally find such works in dusty old corners of the Web. *** Le Manse Revisited The dream home, once Two-storied chunk … Continue reading →

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A Sudden Blow

Posted on March 17, 2009 by Thomas

Here’s a blast from the past. This poem I wrote as part of an exercise using the first lines of poems, stories, novels, etc. All their words, not mine, but arranged into the flow of a new poem. It saw … Continue reading →

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Hayden Carruth, RIP

Posted on October 1, 2008 by Thomas

Hayden was one of my favorite poets ever. Very sad news. Hayden Carruth, Poet and Critic, Dies at 87 Hayden Carruth, whose spare, precise, impassioned verse took myriad forms and stamped him as one of the most wide-ranging and intellectually … Continue reading →

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Reading

Posted on September 23, 2008 by Thomas

From the Cold Mountain collection of poems by Han-shan My house is at the foot of the green cliff, My garden, a jumble of weeds I no longer bother to mow. New vines dangle in twisted strands Over old rocks … Continue reading →

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Buddhas of Bamyan

Posted on September 23, 2008 by Thomas

Buddhas of Bamyan clefts in the cliff space without form the silence between us day night east west yesterday tomorrow buddha no buddha [c 2008 thomas fortenberry]

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While the TV Played On

Posted on September 16, 2008 by Thomas

Democracy sank off the shore of Alaska coffin-deep, apparently nailed a fascist iceberg spreading disaster on our shores worse than the Exxon-Valdez ever dreamed in its darkest, most titanic nightmare while the TV played on [c 2008 thomas fortenberry]

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Morning Would

Posted on September 15, 2008 by Thomas

I remember the past differently than it occurred or maybe I remember it correctly and it all happened wrong morning would you? rhetorical, ain’t it nice how we know all the answers before we even lie but then that’s why … Continue reading →

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