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The Ghosts of Tuscany

A Poem by Ken e Bujold

I slept until the sun insistedI gathered my indolent bones andjoined the living. Thentoo late for breakfast orbrunch, I settledfor the dregs of an ..

Stewing Stones

A Poem by Ken e Bujold

You claim to knowthe heft of stonesbut I wonder--do youin fact know how tomake a meal of one?Ever had a lover feed younouns from a fast running brook,..

Regrets, I Have a Few

A Poem by Ken e Bujold

a bit of whimsey

A Tragedy of Unimaginable Sorrow

A Poem by Ken e Bujold

Yesterday, in a rush tomake it to tomorrow, I accidentlymisplaced my six year oldWolfburn--a tragedy of unimaginable sorrow.I spent the better part of..

A Poet's Haiku

A Poem by Ken e Bujold

Do they hang poetsin your country?By the thumbs.Ken e Bujold2022

The Delta

A Poem by Ken e Bujold

sitting between the seaand the desertthe intersection oflife and deaththe deltawas a risky place to liveunpredictable, dangerousshifting violentlyorde..

The One Who Went Away

A Poem by Ken e Bujold

The One Who Went Away A plow-man: at seventeenhe went to seewhat wonders up til thenhe'd only gleamed by reading Melville late into the nig..