I didn't pull the weeds along the road all summer, so yesterday I just mowed them the hell down. Time is short. Carpe diem.

Author: jd

Joseph Duemer is Professor of Literature Emeritus at Clarkson University in northern New York state. His most recent book of poems is Magical Thinking from Ohio State University Press. Since the mid-1990s he has spent a good deal of time in Vietnam, mostly Hanoi. He lives with his wife Carole & five terriers (four Jack Russells & one Patterdale) on the stony bank of the Raquette River in South Colton.

4 thoughts on “Weeds”

  1. Hi joe, coming out of blogger hibernation for I-don’t-know-how-long today and I somehow ended up at a blog called “Center of Gravitis.” The writer is an assistant professor at a school in “Midwestern Funky Town.” I thought you might find this post in which he give tips to new teachers interesting.


    ( Re: weeds. You just mowed them all down? Pretty risky, I hope you do not have any allergies.)

  2. Speaking of mowing things down:


    Slamming my coffee cup down
    I chipped a favorite plate
    a fingernail
    that fit not quite back on

    and now nothing
    in the world can be
    perfect as it was
    because finished

    but must be patched
    the injured present brought
    into the living room to bleed

    while we eat dinner
    that slightly acrid taste
    the unincorporated body parts.

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