Crooked Rhyme

"The poet reads/His crooked rhyme."--"Bleecker Street," as sung by Simon and Garfunkel, 1964. This blog is dedicated to the poems of Kelley Dupuis.

Monday, August 04, 2008

Sail South 'Til The Butter Melts

Born as I was on Columbus Day, I sometimes envy the Italians Of North Beach, San Francisco, The last ones who can still get away With celebr...

Thursday, July 31, 2008

The Seventh of May

Don’t ask me why I always remember that this is Jan’s birthday. We knew each other for roughly six weeks, years ago, when we and everything ...

Tuesday, July 29, 2008

The Island Around The Corner

From the island around the corner, Where dawn is an act of willing, The vicissitudes of midnight Puncture the sailor’s dreams. His unlikely ...

Sunday, July 27, 2008

Photo Album

for Lena Living is more dangerous than anything. – Randall Jarrell One old photograph looks pretty much like another. What diff...

Saturday, September 15, 2007

Tequila Bottle With Gillyflowers

I have nothing against roses but their short life span. Maybe that’s why romantics love them so. They flame out quickly, like Shelley or Byr...

Tuesday, February 13, 2007

Thelonious Monk in Morning Fog

It’s almost a cliché to observe how easily jazz conspires with night. Just think of all those album covers of parked cars bathed in neon lig...

Wednesday, January 24, 2007

Rat, dying

Smoke break. Whatever else, It’s a way of killing time. We’re miles from twelve, still further from five. The surgeon general’s warning is m...

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