UNI-VERSE
    The Web address for viewing Uni-Verse poems online has changed temporarily while the BDN’s website is reconfigured. To see this and other recent Uni-Verse poems in their proper formats, go to www.dwildepress.net/uni-verse.     Whenever Richard Cory went downtown,… Read More
    UNI-VERSE
    The Web address for viewing Uni-Verse poems online has changed temporarily while the BDN’s website is reconfigured. To see this and other recent Uni-Verse poems in their proper formats, go to www.dwildepress.net/uni-verse.   I can’t drown yet: Millay returned to shore… Read More
    UNI-VERSE
    When icicles hang by the wall, When boots stand salted by the door, And Dick the shepherd blows his nail, I practice Mozart hopefully, And Tom bears logs into the hall, I turn the heat up more and more, And milk comes… Read More
    UNI-VERSE
    The power goes at 6 p.m. woodstove just heating up get out candles, see if the phone works— need to save water, keep the refrigerator closed but we’re fine otherwise can find my way around five radiant flames on the desk… Read More
    Once upon a place, at a school up the Penobscot, a professor of words and all that can be made believed in his students the way he believed in seeds and soil … Read More
    I’m the god of misplaced confidence Purveyor of false competence I whisper to assure sky divers I give courage to rock climbers I build philosophies on lies And trick the honest … Read More
    What are these, then, steel pins, their points shoved through black felt, and glowing whiter as if they might be hot enough to melt the ice and snow that covers all the … Read More
    Snow is falling on the way to Jackman, Maine, high in the mountains, where terrain is stark. A moose, covered in white, lies in the road, drawing heat from the friction of tires. The … Read More
    He lost his home by the sea when he couldn’t pay the tax. He had to move inland and he took along his axe. And every stick he chopped to stoke his shack’s wood stove, he saw as … Read More
    The hill rises, as smooth and rounded stones shoulder, headless, on the grass. Workers pause, as a caisson rumbles past, and pause again, as somewhere taps is sounded, returning from the … Read More
    Drums red drums blue drums goldSparks of color in the snow far aheadAt the crown of the bridge in the coldGray sky black water thudding choppersStamping feet mark time … Read More
    We hate in others what we hate within;We need not guess the sins of swaggerts pure;Before exposed they preach their filthy sinOf perfect spiritual pride inured.How do academics prove lofty worth … Read More
    The dozen rosemary tips I cut and rooted in the fall grew in my study window. Read More
    We gazed out the oversize, picture window One gray, forlorn, late autumn afternoon To see most of the usually pacific mill town Parading down the two blocks of Main Street. Read More