Terence Winch

(1945 / New York City)

Terence Winch Poems

1. Small Potatoes 9/9/2016
2. Plums 9/9/2016
3. Money, Food, Love 9/9/2016
4. Memoir 9/9/2016
5. The Banalities 9/9/2016
6. Germ Plasma 9/9/2016
7. Bourgeois World 9/9/2016
8. Captions 9/9/2016
9. Full Disclosure 9/9/2016
10. The End of the World Polka 9/9/2016
11. Irish Town 9/9/2016
12. Incidents of Travel in the Minivan 9/9/2016
13. Blind Date 9/9/2016
14. The Sacrifice 9/9/2016
15. Recoveries 9/9/2016
16. Off the Map of Love 9/9/2016
17. Morning Prayers 9/9/2016
18. Proclamation For My Father In 1965 9/9/2016
19. Sic Transit Gloria 9/9/2016
20. Jennifer Connelly Sestina 9/9/2016
21. Urban Turtles 9/9/2016
22. Noise Under Glass 9/9/2016
23. Comfort 9/9/2016
24. Mysteries 9/9/2016
25. Ghosts 9/9/2016
26. Civilized Atmospheres 9/9/2016
27. Sex Elegy 9/9/2016
28. In Relation Against 9/9/2016
29. It Takes All Kinds 9/9/2016
30. Brain Music 9/9/2016
31. Winter Babies 9/9/2016
32. Opera Lesson 9/9/2016
33. Three Addresses 4/16/2015
34. My Work 9/9/2016
35. The Welsh People 9/9/2016
36. The Documents 9/9/2016
37. Q & A 9/9/2016
38. Easter 2016 9/9/2016
39. Ancient Footprints 9/9/2016
40. The Sisters 9/9/2016
Best Poem of Terence Winch

Fishbowl

I can't think of anything else
to talk with you about. We have
discussed our jobs, our daily commute,
the foods we like and don't like.
You have ordered wine. I get a Pepsi.
People have died. We acknowledge that.
We're here and they're not. You get up
early. I get up late. I want to tell you
that I see your special dead person still,
mostly in the subway. She was wonderful.
Your new girlfriend is also a gem. How is
it possible to love people who no longer
exist? But they're everywhere, coming
and going in the world of the dead
as though they haven't ...

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Three Addresses

1642 Argonne Place, NW
Alley of giant air conditioners, you roared
your ill wind our way day and night. We burned
you down, little house, but you rose right up again.
We played guitars by candlelight and sang songs to the cat.
We stole each other's cake and dope, dancing
all night, sleeping late, driving down Columbia
Road to the Omega for Mexican-style chicken,
which two lovers could live on for an entire day.

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