Landlubbers, the crescent moon has arrived
with slanting tales to populate your sleepless nights.

Laplanders, the croissants have arrived
with breakfast tales singing a version of Paris.

Lugubrious joiners, the crestfallen arrange
the breaking hearts in versions of temporary relief.

Laconic gymnasts crest the heights.
The braking assistants bring them belief.

Largess gained, crevices open,
with links to cells that have not yet spoken.

Published by William Cowan

I'm from the East Coast, have lived in SoCal and now Northern California for some years. I've been writing quite awhile, published in 1992 in a literary quarterly: "Suspicious Humanist," vol. 2, #2, (20 pages.) Best job: fm on air personality on a now defunct station, "Evening Eclectic" music show, and a weekly poetry reading show. I played jazz and free/improv I enjoyed. Read Wallace Stevens, John Ashbery, Kenneth Koch, etc. and commented on the poems. I have read once at a local coffee house. Love the Bay Area, wouldn't want to be anywhere else. I am going to appear in an east coast anthology of best new poets of 2010 by the end of the year, published in Pennsylvania. I'm reading once a month at a brewpub in Marin with a group of fellow poets. We read to each other our work, and personal favorite poems of authors we enjoy. It is a pleasure to share with a community of fellow enthusiasts.

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