Poetry | Thursday, April 1,2004

Knoepfle 4-1-04

i can't think of a title well there is one child standing on two children and these two are standing on three children so that makes six six children and my granddaughter has this stuffed dog named

Poetry | Thursday, March 25,2004

Knoepfle 3-25-04

By John Knoepfle

sad young man singing crunchbirds and stormfoxes here I am and Im eighteen so what the hell if the light is green Ive got nowhere to go theres my father hes fifty-four theres my mo

Poetry | Thursday, March 18,2004

Knoepfle 3-18-04

By John Knoepfle

in sligo at the grave of yeats limestone slab here at the curbing on the edge of this english cemetery a place for you and wife george your words still sharp from the chisel you commanded would be d

Poetry | Thursday, March 11,2004

Knoepfle 3-11-04

By John Knoepfle

young girl singing my father is looking at me and I am shamefaced I don't know why he is smiling my mother is singing in the kitchen my brothers are winking they are making silly faces I hope he d

Poetry | Thursday, March 4,2004

Knoepfle 3-4-04

By John Knoepfle

cats in chelsea cat #ii meepy fine old white and gray oh marvelous cat sitting upright your four paws contiguous cat for a pharaoh to brag on or a master of zen to envy and who would

Poetry | Thursday, February 26,2004

Knoepfle 2-26-04

By John Knoepfle

mano this stone the life in it those who shaped it trusting their own culture walking this continent simply at home this essential implement these edges indented sides disturbed a form a possibility

Poetry | Thursday, February 19,2004

Knoepfle 2-19-04

By John Knoepfle

one cents worth imagine our president profiledon a penny can you © John Knoepfle 2004

Poetry | Thursday, February 12,2004

Knoepfle 2-12-04

By John Knoepfle

cats in chelsea cat #i well sam your white whiskers they are a national treasure how remarkably they express that velvet black face you claim your own it is the face only a senator of cats would car

Poetry | Thursday, January 29,2004

Knoepfle 1-29-04

By John Knoepfle

old emblems where we have goneinto our other selveswe do not need tofind each otherat home in that country or bother to knowwhat we know beloved thingsfamiliar imagesa place of concord the ligh

Poetry | Thursday, January 22,2004

Knoepfle 1-22-04

By John Knoepfle

poet of cats I trust you will notice that I am the cat piscataway because I am once from new jersey you may wish to admire my coat sleek gray with black stripes and memorable touches of cinnamon