Poetry | Thursday, August 21,2003

Knoepfle 8-21-03

afternoon for a fable the ants are busy making the most of sidewalk cracks and what of this grasshopper fiddling his time away well not to worry he can leap over shrubs and play out the b

Poetry | Thursday, August 7,2003

Knoepfle 8-7-03

By John Knoepfle

the lord possessed me do you have a name my little one what shall we call you drop of rain on the window blossom so unassuming it hides in clover quick thought escaping even be

Poetry | Thursday, July 31,2003

Knoepfle 7-31-03

By John Knoepfle

dialogue with cheks chek chek chek chek chek chek chek chek-chek-chek-chek-chek-chek-chek-chek chekachekachekachekachekachekchek chekchekchekchekchekchekaaakkkkkkkkkk what is all this

Poetry | Thursday, July 24,2003

Knoepfle 7-24-03

By John Knoepfle

what cesar vallejo said he said when the time comes for me to answer to god I will have a defender--god he said it is sunday in the clear ears of my peruvian burro

Poetry | Thursday, July 17,2003

Knoepfle 7-17-03

By John Knoepfle

On her retirement marty mcgill we wish you well ©John Knoepfle 2003

Poetry | Thursday, July 10,2003

Knoepfle 7-10-03

By John Knoepfle

owl again do not trust the man who believes in his own lies when he swears on scripture who who who who who

Poetry | Thursday, July 3,2003

Knoepfle 7-3-03

By John Knoepfle

oh say can you . . .ring the liberty bell the country's doing so well forget old tom paine and remember the maine and anything else you can sell ©John Knoepfle 2003

Poetry | Thursday, June 26,2003

Knoepfle 6-26-03

By John Knoepfle

tory island morning gray morning and a gray sky a sky patched with trailings of light a soft wind weaving the sea under it high hills of donegal carved on the east horizon dark gray hills a

Poetry | Thursday, June 19,2003

Knoepfle 6-19-03

By John Knoepfle

old man on his birthday the family all flying in pray god I don't die they would never forgive me I would never get over it © John Knoepfle 2003

Poetry | Thursday, June 12,2003

Knoepfle 6-12-03

By John Knoepfle

lines for an old friend when oswaldo juarez diedsome of us did not know he was in lima a musician for musicians and that music in his country would never be the same once he had touched it