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April, May and June
April, May, June My girl friendsare months of the year, my brother's caris an Edselwith no windows, Mom and Dadare deadand gone toInterior Design heaven, the soundof my cat's tonguelicking theimperfections from its furfilled the housewith such a slippery racketwith the nocturnal ignitions of thermostatsand rumbling air conditioning.
Posted to Poems by Ted Burke on March 6, 2009
kimberly johnson and the ugly tide
The small yet dread thought most of must struggle not to give an ear to as we pass the supermarket meat section is exactly how did all those fine sides of beef, ham, chicken, turkey, lamb get to where they are, from animal to shrink wrapped packages kept cool under glass or dangling from hooks, ready to consume. Paul Ehrlich, author of The ...
Posted to Poems by Ted Burke on February 26, 2009
new poem :Those Who Can, Those Who Can't
Those Who Can, Those Who Can't Those who can do something about itand have lives of the mindthat are settled as books arranged on the shelf,authors in alphabetical order< simple as that. those who can'tread a book instead, an old story of a man or womanlying in bedin the darkdreaming up great warswaged in the knot holesof the ceiling ...
Posted to Poems by Ted Burke on February 26, 2009
Stephen Metcalf and the decline of the West
I am not a Springsteen fan, and have written for years on the fact that the good man is severely over rated by babbling pop pundits like Metcalf ( the likes of whom seem unable to even take a dump without summoning summaries of zeitgeists past, present and oncoming) but I do have to say that Bruce isn't required to live up to any coterie's ...
Posted to The Dilettante by Ted Burke on February 15, 2009
two for Valentine's Day
I Like the Hat The articles of faithare written inan inkthat looks like B movie blood,but this isn'ta movie,'though 'tis a scriptin rehearsed real liveswhose linescome trippingly from the slightest of clues. ''Do you like my hat?”you asked, feigning vanity,high beam eyeslooking at melike I were an alley,a short cut home,''Do you think ...
Posted to Best of the Fray by Ted Burke on February 14, 2009
Two for Valentine's Day
I Like the Hat The articles of faithare written inan inkthat looks like B movie blood,but this isn'ta movie,'though 'tis a scriptin rehearsed real liveswhose linescome trippingly from the slightest of clues. ''Do you like my hat?”you asked, feigning vanity,high beam eyeslooking at melike I were an alley,a short cut home,''Do you think ...
Posted to Poems by Ted Burke on February 13, 2009
A little slow blues with TheoB
Stormy Monday. Enjoy.
Posted to Best of the Fray by Ted Burke on February 13, 2009
Paradise by Emma Jones
Anyone will tell you, if asked, that what they want from this life are merely simple things, not much at all, nothing too large or complicated. Emma Jones in her poem ''Paradise'' would have us realize that simple things are less simple than the label would indicate. There is enchantment in building our particular nest, but there is work before ...
Posted to Poems by Ted Burke on February 4, 2009
Stevens and Oppen
I’ve been reading Michael Davidson’s superb anthology of George Oppen’s verse, Collected Poems, forcing me to the keyboard to ponder some connection with Wallace Stevens . with whom he shares an obsession with how the human personality tries to speak to those things that will never let themselves be revealed.The massive solitude in Oppen's work, ...
Posted to Poems by Ted Burke on January 18, 2009
christina's world
brown hills of grasswhere she sleptuntil the lightslides underthe surface of things, she riseshungry as a fish patrolling a lake's still surface, there is someplace to be, in a chairat a tablewith a place settingof one plate, one fork, one empty glass.
Posted to Poems by Ted Burke on January 17, 2009

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