T. WALDEN
PUCK
Go out in the cover of darkness
Sliver of moon through the open window
To the wild roses blooming in the schoolyard
Sweet scent of the Lemon Orchard
Sting of a spider? Thorn prick?
Suck and swallow blood
Mid-Summer night
Flower
CONTINUUM VACUUM
i.
no bugs
new roses
ii.
rhapsody in garbage truck
a world upside down
hung on nothing
iii.
Lamantia said "these Winds"
standing on a corner mad zephyrs
down from the mountain
iv.
Hart said "this love running over me
like a sea of human tears"
v.
poem with ghosts in it
to connect us to the hole
in time
THE ROAD TO EUREKA
Long Winter cabin fever there is a side of me that longs to wander
Though it is March it feels like February Cold I think of Basho &
Had I a horse might not mind taking the Road to Eureka -- bearing
Myself to the ELEMENTS watching the horse eat the roses by the
Wayside where we would stop for water like John Muir did with
His little dog on his walk all the way up to the icy glaciers only
Deep solitude will do for the Poet (Doyle! & his Camp Campaign
On the side of Mt. Tamalpais)/the Ancient Monks who steeped them-
Selves in SOLITUDE until hearing the song of a cricket under an old
Helmet or falling drunk into a lakeful of Moon. . .
T. Walden was raised in Washington D.C. and attended the University of Maryland where she received a BA in Art History. Moved to San Francisco at 23 where she encountered the lively poetry scene of North Beach -- reading for the first time publicly with Corso, Ferlinghetti, Kaufman, Kyger, Hart and others in 1980. Went on to found Deep Forest -- a chapbook series still publishing today with over sixty titles to its credit. She received an MA at San Francisco State University in English Literature.
She lived with "the wonderful poet" Howard Hart for 20 years until his death after a long battle with cancer in 2002. Currently teaching with Clark, Cornford, and Meltzer at New College of CA. City Lights published her book Fire Road in 1986. Other titles include Blue Junk, Perfumes, and Twilight.
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PUCK
Go out in the cover of darkness
Sliver of moon through the open window
To the wild roses blooming in the schoolyard
Sweet scent of the Lemon Orchard
Sting of a spider? Thorn prick?
Suck and swallow blood
Mid-Summer night
Flower
i.
no bugs
new roses
ii.
rhapsody in garbage truck
a world upside down
hung on nothing
iii.
Lamantia said "these Winds"
standing on a corner mad zephyrs
down from the mountain
iv.
Hart said "this love running over me
like a sea of human tears"
v.
poem with ghosts in it
to connect us to the hole
in time
THE ROAD TO EUREKA
Long Winter cabin fever there is a side of me that longs to wander
Though it is March it feels like February Cold I think of Basho &
Had I a horse might not mind taking the Road to Eureka -- bearing
Myself to the ELEMENTS watching the horse eat the roses by the
Wayside where we would stop for water like John Muir did with
His little dog on his walk all the way up to the icy glaciers only
Deep solitude will do for the Poet (Doyle! & his Camp Campaign
On the side of Mt. Tamalpais)/the Ancient Monks who steeped them-
Selves in SOLITUDE until hearing the song of a cricket under an old
Helmet or falling drunk into a lakeful of Moon. . .
T. Walden was raised in Washington D.C. and attended the University of Maryland where she received a BA in Art History. Moved to San Francisco at 23 where she encountered the lively poetry scene of North Beach -- reading for the first time publicly with Corso, Ferlinghetti, Kaufman, Kyger, Hart and others in 1980. Went on to found Deep Forest -- a chapbook series still publishing today with over sixty titles to its credit. She received an MA at San Francisco State University in English Literature.
She lived with "the wonderful poet" Howard Hart for 20 years until his death after a long battle with cancer in 2002. Currently teaching with Clark, Cornford, and Meltzer at New College of CA. City Lights published her book Fire Road in 1986. Other titles include Blue Junk, Perfumes, and Twilight.
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