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Fred Wilbur wrote a new post 6 years, 1 month ago
Building rituals out of nothingness,
I’m sitting on a park bench, reading
Wallace Stevens on a sunny day
when the flashing shadow of a crow
darkens my library book.
Perfect, I think.
Where are the t […]
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Fred Wilbur wrote a new post 6 years, 1 month ago
Christmas Eve Parable
Phoebe, my five-year-old granddaughter adores the tiny
wax Jesus who lies in the cradle of the creche that came
down to us from now dead great grandparents. Wise men,
Mary and Joseph, two […]
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Fred Wilbur wrote a new post 6 years, 1 month ago
CHOPIN’S HEART
A brief apocalypse has taken possession of my person.
The streets are full of melancholy.Yesterday I fell asleep on the bus.
The sound of someone crying woke me.Was it the woman slumped i […]

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Fred Wilbur wrote a new post 6 years, 2 months ago
after Marie Howe
It doesn’t matter that the sugar maple is leaning
closer to the house, that the cluster of seeds
I planted yesterday will wash away.Something doesn’t add up.
The dishwasher sti […]
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Fred Wilbur wrote a new post 6 years, 2 months ago
At university, I lived on A Cappella Lane, which dead-ended at the railroad tracks. Elm cool, the house had ivy as a front ‘lawn’ chaperoned by a short picket fence. The landlady had a walk-in basement apa […]

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Fred Wilbur wrote a new post 6 years, 3 months ago
A STUDY IN RED AND WHITE
Perhaps a poinsettia-shaped arrow,
aimed perfectly by the mischievous son of Venus,
brought pomegranate seed mayhem
to this soul of mine.
A red velvet cake secret
snowballed […]
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Fred Wilbur wrote a new post 6 years, 3 months ago
In this time of social distancing, I have opened the box as Pandora must have done; 1500 pieces dumped like a pestilence onto the table, but like school children, all begging to know their place. During […]

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Fred Wilbur wrote a new post 6 years, 3 months ago
In the Catacombs
Ice hangs from the glass lantern,
its dive caught midstream.
It is patience itself,
suspended in immense
loneliness.Inside
the fire flickers
like a sunset descending
behind the […]
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Fred Wilbur commented on the post, What to Do in the Days of Corona Virus? by Elizabeth Meade Howard 6 years, 3 months ago
Elizabeth,
A very nice piece about coping with the times. Thankful we live in a rural or semi-rural area, outdoor activities may be what saves us, physically and spiritually. -
Fred Wilbur wrote a new post 6 years, 5 months ago
69 Killed on Eastern Jet in a Crash near Charlotte
New York Times,September 12, 1974Like Odysseus, you sail the ocean in howling winds.
No arm chair academic in corduroys,
you are my […]
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Fred Wilbur wrote a new post 6 years, 5 months ago
Low clouds and the slate-
colored river glimpsed
through the trees, the train
jolts into the day.
A day like this compresses
your thoughts into scraps, I said.
One day’s like any other,
they f […]
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Fred Wilbur wrote a new post 6 years, 5 months ago
The Pines
Behind Snow Drive,
rusty needles led to a pine grove,
where we made little circles
with dirty rocks
and lit little fires
with matches lifted
from the corner store.
These days the pines
that […]
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Fred Wilbur wrote a new post 6 years, 5 months ago
“I change, but cannot die.” Shelly “The Cloud”
As my wife and I are on our morning walk, I often comment on the clouds above: the constant change they float themselves through, the subtlety of hues they dr […]

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Fred Wilbur wrote a new post 6 years, 6 months ago
While I waited there
in the terminal at Newark,
I spotted something
out of the corner of my eye.
It was a bird flying back
and forth along the ceiling,
and because I was
in an airline […]
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Fred Wilbur wrote a new post 6 years, 6 months ago
Peace Offering
I still don’t know what to do
with the jacket hanging in my
closet. It’s not that old but like
a Brautigan novel is out of fashion.
Maybe it all comes down to math
and how for the first tim […]
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Fred Wilbur wrote a new post 6 years, 6 months ago
—for Nicole Marie
She asked me to stand by her side,
But I wanted to see it all
Because I knew that I’d forget—
Even as hard as I’d want to remember—
The brunt and the bitter
Forcing my son in […]
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Fred Wilbur wrote a new post 6 years, 6 months ago
Once the Thunder Stops
and it’s safe to venture out, we walk
to the end of the drive, out to the road,
through the mire & torn branches.
The smell of our wood fire mingleswith eucalyptus. We have only t […]

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Fred Wilbur wrote a new post 6 years, 6 months ago
Mountain spruce
on upward slopes:
their pale under-blue
unwraps the clouds
in their slow round
of visiting.
We taste tracery
of strange soaps
on our skins. You
turn towards me,
awake […]
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Fred Wilbur wrote a new post 6 years, 7 months ago
Twin sisters Fuchsia & Diamond,
twins in the sense they matured
in the same kiln, not expelled
from one womb, dance to punk
band A Testament Of Youth,
Tuesday night, Dugan’s Deli,
Iowa State U […]
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Fred Wilbur wrote a new post 6 years, 7 months ago
Men croon
playful puns about you.
Men legislate, fix
your tan tunic
and wide bulb
with geography.
Men say your sweetness comes
from the soil,
comes from a depression-era accident
from a patch of sandy […]
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