Poetry | Thursday, November 4,2004

Knoepfle 11-4-04

notebook poem #5 and now november what was decided has been decided pray for the dead © John Knoepfle 2004

Poetry | Thursday, October 28,2004

Knoepfle 10-28-04

notebook poem #4 we make the best of what we cangiven how grave the times areall the pumpkins are smiling © John Knoepfle 2004

Poetry | Thursday, October 21,2004

Knoepfle 10-21-04

By John Knoepfle

notebook poem #3 bush league patriotism artificial flags engimatic breeze © John Knoepfle 2004

Poetry | Thursday, October 14,2004

Knoepfle 10-14-04

By John Knoepfle

notebook poem #2 he wrote the worlds greatest poem everybody threw up © John Knoepfle 2004

Poetry | Thursday, October 7,2004

knoepfle 10-7-04

By John Knoepfle

notebook poem #1 what is there to say the athlete grown old he is still the athlete no need for garlands need for purpose something beyond old photographs © John Knoepfle 2004

Poetry | Thursday, September 30,2004

Knoepfle 9-30-04

By John Knoepfle

fall night stars in their dormitories they are like students even when they are awake they are asleep © John Knoepfle 2003, 2004

Poetry | Thursday, September 23,2004

Knoepfle 9-23-04

By John Knoepfle

sandalwood poem #20 it was the marriage day some forty-seven years now and out beyond my window an amazement of christmas snow cottonwood tree sudden with frost I remember when we le

Poetry | Thursday, September 16,2004

Knoepfle 9-16-04

By John Knoepfle

sandalwood poem #19 ravens in the blue ridge the james running east for tidewater I thought west then a man backtracking his wonder charlestown below the hawks nest the kanawha

Poetry | Thursday, September 9,2004

Knoepfle 9-9-04

By John Knoepfle

sandalwood poem #18 I am drained like a shadow like sunlight dancing on a sacred river cracked bones and dust the earth floods now and is sweetened old sprinkler man comes home returned from s

Poetry | Thursday, September 2,2004

knoepfle 9-2-04

By John Knoepfle

sandalwood poem #17 I circle this table I do not come back to the place where I began though I want to say that I do perhaps you are the one who is constant really a red warning light that never ch