Robert Cording
Robert Cording spends eight months out of the year in northeastern Connecticut and four in southwest Florida, and many of his poems are rooted in these two places. His latest book of poetry is In the Unwalled City.
Black-Necked Stilt
Because I did not know the bird / I looked at, I memorized its features— // the stately black neck; the thin / black beak and long rose-pink legs;
May 2025
Key Marco Cat
Legs folded / under its body, / the figure sits / straight up, alert, / an incarnation / of stillness, of eyes / looking everywhere / at once. I look at / this possibility of me/ rooted in the dark, / invisibly still.
January 2024Selected Poems
My son and I are sitting on his back porch, / early October, the gold locust leaves above his barn / giving the morning light something to shine in. / An unfelt breeze makes itself known / when the leaflets shake and shimmer.
— from “The Last Day, Again”
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