John Knoepfle

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 best chaconnes and sarabands he has it all over the ants when it comes to talent © 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 before memory trace of honey drift of snow skipped beat small heart © John Knoepfle 2003

dialogue with cheks chek chek chek chek chek chek chek chek-chek-chek-chek-chek-chek-chek-chek chekachekachekachekachekachekchek chekchekchekchekchekchekaaakkkkkkkkkk what is all this sprinkler do we need this sprinkler grass does can’t you write something else chek chek chek chek chek © John Knoepfle 2003

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

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

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

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

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 and darker grays and a puff of white cloud hanging there over errigal ©John Knoepfle 2003

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

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 with the soft chords of his guitar everyone mattered to him you felt what can be the […]

late tax return sharks everywhere the feeding frenzy

dogwood branch with blossoms girls milling at the chapel door after their first communion oh they are full of life this sunday morning ©John Knoepfle 2003