Category Archives: Poems

I sit on Millionaire’s Row

I sit on Millionaire’s Row, what’s left of it, my German accent barely noticeable, the cries from parades of grief moving through my doors now calmed. I sit in a magnificent silence, the only sounds the chips of mortar chisels, … Continue reading

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More than a memory

Dewey defeated Truman here, or so the paper said, the one held up by a triumphant smile at the back of a rail car. Millions had blurred through in war-time urgency, not seeing a future of biking rails, not rail … Continue reading

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Symbol

In hot sunshine’s last gleaming it rests, this nod to the past, this hope to a future that didn’t happen except in imaginations, and dreams, but it sits nonetheless, a stately repose as its necklace of pods carry us upward … Continue reading

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Feeding koi

Flashes, splashes of gold orange yellow white black punctuated by plaintive open mouths, jostling and competing for bits of compacted pellets (25 cents per serving) (what a deal) (even if of unknown nutritional value) delighting both a child and the … Continue reading

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St. Augustine

It is a rock upon which he built his church and this rock you hear me of brown brick and towers and turrets distinctly Romanesque constructed when church buildings were made to look like Mt. Sinai of the hood afloat … Continue reading

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The Cathedral of St. Louis

It faces east, this stadium, this cathedral where Cardinal Nation worships. It faces east not because of Mecca or Jerusalem but because of New York and Philadelphia and Boston and all the other great and original cathedrals where Nations worship. … Continue reading

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Tuesday in the Rain

Early morning but still night, thick laden clouds blocking any vestige of first sunrise, and the drops pour on Forest Park. It’s 6:42 a.m., and the rain erases lane dividers on Skinker Boulevard, transforming the street into a river of … Continue reading

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