Author: Howard Nemerov

This admirable gadget, when it is Wound on a string and spun with steady force, Maintains its balance on most […]

The fishermen on Lake Michigan, sometimes, For kicks, they spit two hunks of bait on hooks At either end of […]

Two universes mosey down the street Connected by love and a leash and nothing else. Mostly I look at lamplight […]

Who can remember back to the first poets, The greatest ones, greater even than Orpheus? No one has remembered that […]

Before you can learn the trees, you have to learn The language of the trees. That’s done indoors, Out of […]