See where we're at! Yes, uh, o-of course we always look this professional. We had engine issues before we got to Beaufort on the Neuse River: the exhaust riser cracked and we got delayed at Seagate Marina in North Carolina for two nights before finding a welder in Morehead City. Tripp talked to the boss … Continue reading Trip with Tripp #8 ENGINE ISSUE EDITION: The Albemarle Sound, Alligator River, and Morehead City (2/15 – 2/21)
Category: Poetry
Trip with Tripp #4: Cape May, NJ to Norfolk, VA (2/6 – 2/7)
See where we're at! An excerpt from my written journal: February 6th, 4:00 PM ... and then the clouds over a shoreline silhouetted with trees against a golden horizon, struck through with lances of sunbeams, show that nature is indeed still capable of reaching me with its beauty. There was a new observation for me … Continue reading Trip with Tripp #4: Cape May, NJ to Norfolk, VA (2/6 – 2/7)
Poem 170.2. – A Trillium on Recovery
The second version of a poem I wrote for a friend whose mother has recently hit a month of sobriety for the first time. It's taken from a morning they told me about, including the cardinal, during a sober conversation that was a novel experience. Seemed like it needed immortalizing. The bold text are the … Continue reading Poem 170.2. – A Trillium on Recovery
171. The Cajun Chicken Sandwich
Dedicated to Anna D's in Portsmouth, Rhode Island. Written after lunch and left on the table on a piece of paper thoughtfully provided by Maya.
164. Saplings
This last summer, as a galley hand aboard the Victory Chimes (a bittersweet experience, being the vessel's likely last time ever as a windjammer), I had the wonderful experience of being able to share my poetry, to read it aloud and to explain its themes and personal meanings, in ways that had never presented themselves … Continue reading 164. Saplings
In February’s Yard
this tessellated silhouette of upward winding branchesa growth at Center stage, sprung up in all advantagewashed in lambent seasons by a gentle patron Suna testimonial solo to what solar thread has spunas well a Lofted stage for choral migratory birdswhose verses sound the theatre with each untranslated wordas meanings left to echo, left to echo … Continue reading In February’s Yard
“Two Poems on the Full Moon”, & the Border Sky
In gazing even upward,I saw a cloud-sprent autumn skyPerforated nearly By the waxing lunar eye;A rainbow wrought in cirrus, Rounding perfectly and still.One hallowed image crafted Just to, momentary, lie.And in that vap'rous sheercloth,Like a veil upon the night,I sought to find some meaningIn an arc of prismed light.But soon the wind had carried allAnd … Continue reading “Two Poems on the Full Moon”, & the Border Sky
Christopher Knight & The Solitude of Alexander Selkirk
William Cowper (1731 - 1800) Inspired by the true experience of the titular Scottish sailor, who was marooned on an uninhabited island for four years. I am monarch of all I survey;My right there is none to dispute;From the center all round to the seaI am lord of the fowl and the bruteO Solitude! where … Continue reading Christopher Knight & The Solitude of Alexander Selkirk
Eulogy for an Alder
A humble sapling, spry and meekAt the crest of the hill had sproutedAgainst the wall of our crumbling barnWhere my father’s instructions were flouted.Barely waist high in my fourteenth yearThat little tree could measureAnd in mercy I left it to grow as it wouldAnd to watch me whack weeds at its leisureSeasons would pass since … Continue reading Eulogy for an Alder
Gilt
That heady rush of spring perfume Which leaves me walking in a dream As I stroll down this avenue To think what's past 'neath other beams This floral scent which mind tranports To visions of an earlier day And younger thoughts which, unaware, Would waste and while the time away The rain that kicks the … Continue reading Gilt
Hermit Thrush 