Friday, March 22, 2019

COLD HOUSE (Espresso_Chapbooks, 2017)

Please purchase a copy of my latest chapbook COLD HOUSE. 



Here is the link:

http://www.espresso-chapbooks.com/current.html

Thank you for supporting the work of the independent small presses.

All best,

Jon Cone




Saturday, February 16, 2019

POEM


We tusk, we shed, we blaze, 
we pig. And so the sense hardens, 
becomes obsidian deep in our souls, 
but there are no souls, there is none -- 

but they do exist, another says,  
leagued with this being which is catastrophe, 
which is always the same ceaseless state 
of breaking, of falling, graveling down 

to ravine the hoard-waters that glide
there, that flay. The flowers, 
open and deliquescent, that bend. 
Grasses that move. 

Friday, February 15, 2019

POEM

I wanted 
a hat. 
Once, long ago, 
I had a hat. 


Wednesday, February 13, 2019

PLAYS INVERSE ANNOUNCEMENT OF FORTHCOMING WORKS

Here is an announcement of forthcoming works from Plays Inverse. 

Visit their website: 

http://www.playsinverse.com/catalog.html






Thank you for supporting the small, independent presses. 

Jon Cone 

Wednesday, November 28, 2018

In Oslo Outside a Cathedral A Drunk Pisses in Summer

Bach, Bach, Bach, J.S. -
Bach,

Bach,                J. S. -

Hearing Bach
played on an enormous pipe organ
is like being suspended 
inside
the lung of God.

Bach, Bach, J. S.- Bach,


J.
S.


B
A
C

Tuesday, November 6, 2018

November

They shout, throw 
halos at your broken feet 

your children 
on  fire, as the still-new

century sloughs its 
metals

Thursday, October 18, 2018

October

I am of two minds. No, one. No, two. Yes, two. Or three ...

I should be president dragging a mighty incoherence like this around all day --

I visit a toilet in despair.

Tuesday, March 27, 2018

A MARCH POEM I GRADE AND GRADE AND GRADE


14 for Mr. James Joyce

O such
a suet
day it was,
such a
one as
this one was.

Monday, March 26, 2018

A fragment from fffFrom

the quality of light 緑釉陶器 at dawn, that mystery -- I am undone

Saturday, March 24, 2018

MARCH in honor of Ozai and Tanaka

Snow fell last night

I wear three coats walking 

Saturday, December 9, 2017

December Poem - No Snow On Ground



The moon in the clear sky

I can see my shoe