Tag Archives: Poetry

Shorebreak

Posted on February 10, 2012 by stephenarcher

I feel the wave gath­er­ing under me, my feet ris­ing and the giddy feel­ing of it mov­ing beyond me, as if a horse just ran through me and then the falling, the falling and my feet back on sand and … Con­tinue read­ing →

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Eddy

Posted on January 8, 2012 by stephenarcher

What is a truth and a lie? A phở­to­graph is the lie sit­ting, like a spi­der in the web of the truth. What stays and what moves? A river does both and stops doing both at the same time. What is valu­able … Con­tinue read­ing →

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Jeep

Posted on December 3, 2011 by stephenarcher

Hand over hand straight to left A thou­sand hands, wheel too hot to touch, an noon, on Wake or Saipan. A thou­sand might be mil­lions, The miles from home or to the next shore; or lost friends or ene­mies. Com­fort … Con­tinue read­ing →

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The Rain.

Posted on October 16, 2011 by stephenarcher

I lay in the rain to let the drops hit me like down­beats to the next breath, like lit­tle knocks on the apart­ment door when I lived alone on a Sun­day after­noon and the quiet was every­where. The clouds, mov­ing … Con­tinue read­ing →

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Tree, Two Ways, Two

Posted on October 1, 2011 by stephenarcher

A stranger is walk­ing in this exact place where I am walk­ing. He stretches out my limbs and uses them. He takes my breath away. There are no secrets here. It’s me Look­ing at him look­ing at me. I did not … Con­tinue read­ing →

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Tree, Two Ways

Posted on September 25, 2011 by stephenarcher

I don’t hear music. The sounds drift by me, clat­ter­ing like dishes com­ing out of the machine. I hear every­thing, the drummer’s heart­beat, the breath in on the upbeat. I don’t read poetry. The words don’t rhyme and I don’t … Con­tinue read­ing →

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Metronome

Posted on August 23, 2011 by stephenarcher

We stand side by side wav­ing our arms beat­ing time in the wind beau­ti­ful and sense­less. I can’t get away from the tur­bines. The sound is the pla­cen­tal rhythm, the wind cut by the blade is the same as the … Con­tinue read­ing →

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Rolling

Posted on August 21, 2011 by stephenarcher

When all of an ocean streams through me like a river, When the plane out the win­dow fol­lows the cir­rus cloud lane When half the moon glints on the plane’s win­dow, a wink to me When the mid­night train wails … Con­tinue read­ing →

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half the story

Posted on August 3, 2011 by stephenarcher

some­times the morn­ing breaks like a wave, some­times, and some­times the night recedes like the neap tide, qui­etly, with you in tow, leav­ing me stuck in the hol­low, between today and this dream. (The blog needs a lit­tle r&r. your home­work … Con­tinue read­ing →

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As the Shadows, Long

Posted on July 29, 2011 by stephenarcher

god, the uni­verse, the not-me, the power, the void, noth­ing at all: Like the arm on a skeet trap fling­ing clay, auto­matic, relent­less fling­ing a spin­ning disc to water, fly­ing, the crit­i­cal first few rev-o-lu-tions deter­mine entry angle, pro­vid­ing work for sooth­say­ers who … Con­tinue read­ing →

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