He' sure got a lot of gall / to be so useless and all / muttering small talk at the wall . . . [Dylan]
Like a Comet at Aphelion
. . . of just past & swinging back through the eclipse of its orbit toward the sun. Or is that simply too metaphysical a metaphor for taking up writing again in this online space? I have been feeling the tug of gravity for a while.
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.
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