Sample Poems by Peter G.
Quinn
Shaving BrushHis right
hand
scarred by constant contact
with the sea
brush between
finger
and thumb
battered the soap
into froth, spun
it deep into badger
bristles
raised it to his chin
coated one day of stubble,
never
more
shaving cream
from ear to ear.
“If I’m ever rich,”
he would
say,
“I’ll drive a Lincoln Continental
And change my razor blade every
day.”
Standing in boxer shorts, tank tee
sturdy, holding strong
his ritual
brought calm. He looked
himself in the face each day,
made sure he was
worthy.
Sea CardEach entry, each
signature,
where you went,
when, which ship:
3rd mate, Chief,
Captain.
Proof you existed,
before me,
before my time.
Proof of
stories,
when dates and ships match.
Thirty-eight years ago
you told
the last story.
Then you drowned,
left me
to piece the past
together
without you.
Chess SetBefore the
golden bridge
pulled Sausalito into the
big city’s gravity,
they used
ferries.
Grandpa John’s Echo,
moored in the bay, its
four masts stood
off,
peered into her soul.
The chess set,
St. Jacques of London circa
1900,
traveled the ferry
in my grandfather’s pocket
hinged to half
itself,
the push of
real ivory buttons
locked the pieces
held the
game still.
Each day, he and Dad
played as the ferry
found the docks on
the other side,
sweating move
by each move.
One move, each
way.
Safety GlassIn memory of Mike Poole
You
sat, bleacher straight,
yelled,
“Steady, steady, swing!”
as if I were
your boy out there
who felt the fear of missing the ball
might let the team
down,
strike out.
Your voice made it past the taunts
“Steady,
steady, swing!”
Game after game.
Usually at sea, my father couldn’t
make it to the park.
You were my designated father.
The two of you
worked it out.
“Steady, steady, swing!”
I swung more surely each
week.
Wood bit leather more often
as I timed myself,
listened through false
chants:
Hey batter, batter, swing!
followed only your
cadence:
“Steady, steady, swing!”
The day I really got it,
when the
ball, big and fat,
streaked down a pipe
straight at my bat,
I sent it over
the fence
shattered your windshield.
It was the best home run
you’d ever
seen.
You gave my father a crumble of
safety glass in a boxed
frame.