Wednesday, January 09, 2008
I have not, so far, been lucky enough to find a life mate. However, I have had a number of affair de coeur's. Several with poets.
I knew of Mort when I was in college but never met him. Many years later we began a correspondence and he would send me poems written on scraps of paper in almost every letter. Mort died ten years ago. Some of his poems have been gathered into chapbooks. Here is one:
In the Morning, After coffee, I re-read Letters
My hand holds firm
To the hand I have not held,
I stroke the air and give it
Her face, am the wanton
This bright morning. In darkness,
I will write, send
along our slim tether.
By Mort Krahling 9/15/93