Gregory Stapp
@gregorystapp.bsky.social
Poet & Librarian, editor @smallharborpub.bsky.social
My darling Sara and I went on one date in high school and fumbled around for a couple of years after that, walking the edges of a relationship. Thru time and circumstance we didn't end up together for 20 years; this poem juxtaposes the imagery of that one date with where we are now, together, happy
A Disappearance, of Sorts
We walked the edge of a pond in the damp after a show, two pale geese floating in the abyss. A surprise Honk! and we froze, afraid, until we burst into laughter and a clumsy embrace. Twenty years came between us after that night. The people we were then are no longer with…
We walked the edge of a pond in the damp after a show, two pale geese floating in the abyss. A surprise Honk! and we froze, afraid, until we burst into laughter and a clumsy embrace. Twenty years came between us after that night. The people we were then are no longer with…
A Disappearance, of Sorts
We walked the edge of a pond in the damp after a show, two pale geese floating in the abyss. A surprise Honk! and we froze, afraid, until we burst into laughter and a clumsy embrace. Twenty years came between us after that night. The people we were then are no longer with us. My darling, where did we go,
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March 1, 2025 at 4:26 PM
My darling Sara and I went on one date in high school and fumbled around for a couple of years after that, walking the edges of a relationship. Thru time and circumstance we didn't end up together for 20 years; this poem juxtaposes the imagery of that one date with where we are now, together, happy
Can’t have weather like we’ve been having without thinking of Wallace Stevens’ “The Snow Man”:
February 20, 2025 at 12:31 PM
Can’t have weather like we’ve been having without thinking of Wallace Stevens’ “The Snow Man”:
I felt that obligated to write this eight years ago. Damnit that I have to post again today. History repeating!
January 20, 2025 at 11:20 AM
I felt that obligated to write this eight years ago. Damnit that I have to post again today. History repeating!
This doesn’t happen very often in my world, so today we get to call it beautiful.
January 9, 2025 at 4:07 PM
This doesn’t happen very often in my world, so today we get to call it beautiful.
“But I don’t want to push my chips forward and go out and meet something I don’t understand. A man would have to put his soul at hazard. He’d have to say, ‘Okay, I’ll be part of this world.’” —No Country for Old Men (2007).
January 1, 2025 at 2:50 PM
“But I don’t want to push my chips forward and go out and meet something I don’t understand. A man would have to put his soul at hazard. He’d have to say, ‘Okay, I’ll be part of this world.’” —No Country for Old Men (2007).
“We’re chained to the world and we all gotta pull…” -Tom Waits
December 6, 2024 at 3:18 PM
“We’re chained to the world and we all gotta pull…” -Tom Waits
Happy Thanksgiving!
a cartoon girl in a blue dress is kneeling in a field holding a bag
ALT: a cartoon girl in a blue dress is kneeling in a field holding a bag
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November 28, 2024 at 2:15 PM
Happy Thanksgiving!
There once was a man who was guilty.
That’s right, I said he was guilty.
He committed the crimes,
and served none of the times,
but, you know what? He’s still guilty.
That’s right, I said he was guilty.
He committed the crimes,
and served none of the times,
but, you know what? He’s still guilty.
November 27, 2024 at 3:32 PM
There once was a man who was guilty.
That’s right, I said he was guilty.
He committed the crimes,
and served none of the times,
but, you know what? He’s still guilty.
That’s right, I said he was guilty.
He committed the crimes,
and served none of the times,
but, you know what? He’s still guilty.
If civil war breaks out, meet me at the library. They don’t know where it is.
November 21, 2024 at 10:06 PM
If civil war breaks out, meet me at the library. They don’t know where it is.
Apropros of the first clown show term (‘16-‘20), this little ditty I wrote still seems relevant:
November 19, 2024 at 3:06 PM
Apropros of the first clown show term (‘16-‘20), this little ditty I wrote still seems relevant:
I want this @maggiesmithpoet.bsky.social poem to be my first post, because it’s so damn good and it maybe sums up what we’re all doing here?
November 16, 2024 at 4:13 PM
I want this @maggiesmithpoet.bsky.social poem to be my first post, because it’s so damn good and it maybe sums up what we’re all doing here?