It wasn’t what we were looking for
one preternatural summery day
in March, in the Davenport dust.
No app or website prepared us to find
such a vessel of hope near the levees
(they get as much use this year…
Author Archives: Jeff Bernstein
MJ Restaurant
Pre-election conflict in New Hampshire
look hard at those lawn signs in the background…
Follow-Through
It’s just the construction of a new one.
You wince to see the heirloom rhododendrons
and ancient oaks fall in under an hour.
The old house didn’t look like much,
so it was no major stressor to find it gone.
Watching …
A. Bartlett Giamatti on Baseball
Given the state of the Red Sox today (it certainly frees up a lot of time for writing and other things), this little piece of what feels like prose poetry seems right:
“It breaks your heart. It is designed to …
Concert Tonight
That meadow was lousy
with “No Trespassing” signs,
trees, poles, stumps
even stone walls afflicted
by owner’s signature
reciting what was verboten.
No sex, drugs or rock and roll!
Worn placards a virtual
microminiskirt on fine, grassy limbs,
an invitation …
The 2012 Presidential Haiku/Senryu Commentary Starts Now
My dogs will vote Dem
Pity Seamus’ awful ride
Mitt’s one cold cad.
You are invited to contribute three line haiku, senryu or whatever and I might put them in this spot. Of course, I reserve all …
Birchsong Anthology
A semi-shameless plug for a new poetry anthology, “Birchsong, Poetry Centered in Vermont” which includes two of my poems but, more importantly, lots of terrific pieces by authors you know and many you may not.
The official website notes it is …
Iceland
Iceland
In a coffee den
tucked under the hill
mugs anchor, fingers
click click on shining
MacBooks. Beyond
the iron door icy
flakes whirl above
cobblestoned square,
small children spin,
then fall happy
in October winter
lost and found
in the …