I was born in Krum, Texas. I’ve published two books of poetry and a memoir. Honors include an NEA fellowship, a Loft Mentor Series award, and a Bush Foundation grant. My poems and essays have been published in the New Yorker, Poetry, Hudson Review, Sun Magazine, Denver Quarterly, and Image Journal—Good Letters. I’m president of a small but sturdy business writing agency in Austin, Texas, where I ... more »
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Richard Cole Poems
In New York The Women Are Dreaming
In New York, yes, the women are dreaming. In lacework of hallways, hesitant with pearls, In the violets of evening, one night reaching the next, In the amber water of Victorian aquariums,
Mergers & Acquisitions
Dreaming of Egyptians again, their hollowness, dead men walking through airports, smiling, extending their soft hands in recognition...
At first you see nothing, eyes adapting to the low light, sky light from above, and then, out of the dark
The Last Days Of Heaven
I see so many of us Wandering down to the end Of an ocean pier at dawn, after The party, the men in their yellow uniforms,
The Glass Children
Our children seem indestructible at times, Racing through the iron playground with energy That’s almost frightening, and then
Showing The Child I Have One Hand
I Wonderingly, he Touches the stump,
The Illustrations Of Andreas Vesalius
He takes a breath And peels the compliant Skin from the back of his hand To show us clearly
The Pale Fish In Limestone Caves
Keep mainly to themselves, leading The quiet life down there, Free from distraction.
I Working in a troubled office, you develop a fine ear for door slams, like the managerial 'Now, see here! '—righteous and swift.
Packing The Books
Another chapter. Eleven years of a New York education, and we're moving away. I cull out all the books I’ve read and forgotten, asking myself what a man truly needs at forty five.
The Wild Deer At Armonk
On the corporate hilltops outside New York we organize and soar—sharpening our pencils, checking off lists, accruing whatever the visible world requires.
My son cries and I stumble over to the dark crib and he hangs on my neck, dependent, and love
The flight attendants maneuver their way down the darkened aisle, bending and smiling, checking our condition. After three good bourbons, I glance around. I'm surrounded
My Wife Believes In Reincarnation
I've never thought about money so much since moving to New York. Brooding in silence, I watch how the Chinese goldfish follow their lucky noses back and forth. We need
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In New York The Women Are Dreaming
In New York, yes, the women are dreaming.
In lacework of hallways, hesitant with pearls,
In the violets of evening, one night reaching the next,
In the amber water of Victorian aquariums,
Under glass, asleep in the Hotel of Stars
The women are dreaming and beginning to dream.
And in cold steel driving Manhattan, the women are dreaming,
In black granite and the city’s hunger
And all the food that feeds it, in the power
Forced on its aging body, dying and ascending,
The women are dreaming. They’re dreaming
In the long weight of the physical buildings, ...