a 1952 news item just found:“Dairy Workers to 5-DayWeek” – ten years beforethis clipping I heard mygrandfather say “We can’tgo to a six-day week untilwe breed a six-day cow.”
Jacqueline Jackie Jackson
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norwaypoem #2
norwaypoem #2 I am in norway how refreshing to be in a spot where everyone speaks a tongue that is not mine norwegian is a musical language light its phrases end in upbeats reflecting the country and people at home I can always tell when a person speaking english is native norwegian the accent the […]
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norway poem #1
we climbed a stony path to our snugcottage my granddaughter and meI walked with decorated polestheir tips blunted our hosts’ cottagewas below they raised their shadesto show us they were up we raisedours to show we’d breakfasted andwere ready for the day (the fridgewas stocked with cheeses meats breadsbrown eggs juices even two cans of […]
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vermontpoem #38
vermontpoem #38 first night here 2:30 a.m. terrible crying strange not an owl could it be a dog trapped somewhere in the woods no not a dog it’s like nothing I’ve ever heard but what to do I can’t go plowing into the brush but then came quiet next day a report – all had […]
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vermontpoem #37
a tiny lavender blossomfive petals fringed leafon the path to the shorea moment of happiness
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vermontpoem #36
I weep a littlethis first night heregiving this place upwhere I’ve been comingsummers for sixty yearsthe colorful poetry wallin the bathroom blaketolkien le guin tennysonmy own kids’ writingsthe lake quiet out frontclouds shield a half moonI’m surrounded by mydead daughter hercreativity her presencefills this place but eventhis place she so lovedcouldn’t save her and Iweep […]
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phish poem #1
phish poem #1 well odd things happen I am at a phish concert in saratoga springs not exactly atmore beside in my car but I can hear the throbbing drums sometimes a wail of a vocalist the crowd’s roar I wandered that crowd thronging the park’s entrance quite a few with a bent finger aloft […]
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spur of the moment poem #1
the woman ahead of me in thecheckout line paid for her groceriesin quarters the cashier made manylittle stacks and checked them againand again to be sure there were fourin each the woman was more defiantthan embarrassed my cheerful remarkwas probably out of line looks like yourobbed your piggy bank she said to meyou’ll be here […]
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dialoguepoem #4
dialoguepoem #4 “We were just married,” Harlan the herdsman told me, “and we’d moved into the apartment over the milkhouse. They were butchering. Grampa Dougan climbed the stairs, knocked, and stood there holding the cow’s tail – long, brown, the white hairy plume on its end, the bloody stump at the top. He handed it […]
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musicpoem #32
driving listening to music over NPRvisualizing choreography costumes Igot to wondering what music can’t yousee dancers real music I mean well bachbut no there are all those gigues gavottesbut a brandenburg? the third? dancerswould be exhausted before the end of the lastmovement dervishes unless they took turnsoho here’s good ol’ flight of the bumble beedidn’t […]
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immortality poem #2
I wonder if it ever crossed tenniel’s mind when he was having fun with caterpillars smoking hookahs a neck stretched up to the tree tops a lizard flying out a chimney a cat vanished except for its grin that he would achieve immortality not for his great political cartoons so popular in punch but through […]
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philanthropy poem #1
lately I have been writing a lot aboutjohn rockefeller prentice grandson ofjohn d my new book is full of him andhis tireless work in producing bettercattle I knew him he gave me a copy oftreasure island in latin a mount hope classichis father had arranged with scribnersso that his children would have booksinteresting to read […]
