Poetry | Thursday, June 17,2004

Knoepfle 6-17-04

sandlewood poem #6

sandalwood poem #6 I would enjoy even your telephone sadness for a little while that voice your center a cobalt blue drop the eye of the dragon my rill of pleasure come home

Poetry | Thursday, June 10,2004

Knoepfle 6-10-04

By John Knoepfle

sandalwood poem #5 the two of us here and solitary our hopes of dreaming a landscape in ribbons the night a cold cruelty the long crossing and the waiting brakemans lantern o

Poetry | Thursday, June 3,2004

Knoepfle 6-3-04

By John Knoepfle

sandalwood poem #4 my anger is hidden I speak in whispers my spirit is ill waiting for an angel who will tell us what will become of us I say the wind beats me down my soul does

Poetry | Thursday, May 20,2004

Knoepfle 5-20-04

By John Knoepfle

sandalwood poem #2 have you changed or is it I have lost my faith I am not with you anymore though you see how I am always here going down the same old road © John Knoepfle 1978, 2004

Poetry | Thursday, May 13,2004

Knoepfle 5-13-04

By John Knoepfle

sandalwood poem #1 decaying shadows a compost of dreams a million galaxies sparrow sparrow you have mistaken the air © John Knoepfle 1978, 2004

Poetry | Thursday, May 6,2004

Knoepfle 5-6-04

By John Knoepfle

old emblems where we have gone into our other selves we do not need to find each other at home in that country or bother to know what we know beloved things familiar images a plac

Poetry | Thursday, April 29,2004

Knoepfle 4-29-04

By John Knoepfle

when the residency ends it is only in the unfolding of the rose that you know the pulse of the rose and the giver when something goes dark behind your eyes © John Knoepfle 2004

Poetry | Friday, April 23,2004

Knoepfle 4-22-04

By John Knoepfle

boop I talked with this rabbi this was in california he came to celebrate a wedding had these suspenders two columns of betty boops I said well rabbi those are some suspenders he said he liked t

Poetry | Thursday, April 15,2004

Knoepfle 4-15-04

By John Knoepfle

outdoor stage this space so empty in the wind a silence this evening where it seems only the silence itself has meaning until one night in a thousand this nondescript shred of humanity creeps in

Poetry | Thursday, April 8,2004

Knoepfle 4-8-04

By John Knoepfle

sister miriams poem now a dark matter our perfumed space polished with light a woman combing her long hair beyond existence beyond our coming and going where his sandals were a scent lingering fro