Jim Goar very generously sent me a copy of Seoul Bus Poems and, staying indoors on this misty, rainy Sunday afternoon I found a lot of pleasure in reading Jim’s poetry. Here are a couple of poems from the book and you can read some others in the current Jacket.






        There is a list of names
        outside my window.

        In Changsa my name.
        By noon the wall was
        white again.

        Nouns hang
        from globes outside

        my window. a list
        of names outside
        my window.

        my name. the wall was
        white again.

        Nouns hang
        from globes outside
        my window.

        the wall. a name
        was white again.







       sheets all filled with lemon
       snow and everything is children
       from the plant we tend music
       of statues drip home open window
       sleds of glass bird whose name
       we do not know melt back and
       forth in the tub a ducky quackady
       quack on the bed you need another
       shower of snow blue flower parted
       this music is closest to German

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