Category Archives: My poems

POEM: 300

Posted on 3 December 2018 by Jason Crane

300 300 times on the cushion or the couch or the bed or the seiza bench. 300 trips into the carwash of my brain, brushes spinning, thoughts spraying this way and that. 300 dances with the monkey, banging on the … Continue reading →

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POEM: What We Recognize

Posted on 25 November 2018 by Jason Crane

What We Recognize There’s a red-tailed hawk on the wires above the Monro Muffler. Or maybe it’s a falcon. I don’t know for sure. I like to think I can identify more birds than I can. Like most people here … Continue reading →

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POEM: Charles Mingus Running Laps

Posted on 20 November 2018 by Jason Crane

Charles Mingus Running Laps The new old Mingus was recorded seven months before my own debut; thirty-plus years before I made it to Detroit, where Charles and Roy and Joe and John and Don were still figuring out the steps, … Continue reading →

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POEM: The comfort of your body beside me

Posted on 14 November 2018 by Jason Crane

The comfort of your body beside me in the hours after midnight is not that you will always be there but that you’re there now. I don’t believe in forever. I think I did as a child, kneeling at the … Continue reading →

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POEM: Sunrise Mart

Posted on 11 November 2018 by Jason Crane

Sunrise Mart Just now while I was meditating I saw you (not really but you know) outside the cart return at Wegmans, dark green flannel (unbuttoned over a black tee shirt) flapping in a cold wind. I asked are you … Continue reading →

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POEM: the unmoving stars go uniformly westward

Posted on 4 November 2018 by Jason Crane

the unmoving stars go uniformly westward chai growing cold beside me I page through a book of mystic poems these days everything is closer to my skin and my nerves push up toward the sky like saplings looking for sunlight … Continue reading →

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