Autumn began andI sat and listened to thecars rushing somewherealong some busy roadbeyond the fences and yardsof the neighborhoodand to the birdspeeping intermittentlychecking in on one anotherlike like bellhops at thetree motel There were sirens, also,and there was some hammering Autumn began andI sat and watched whilethe sky faded and the lightdrained away like bathContinue reading “Equinox”
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Sistine
The Pope to the Sculptor, “Paint!”Michelangelo, “No thanks.”Replied the Pope, “That wasn’t a request.Now I trust you to do your very best.” Back and forthand round and rounduntil the ceiling was completed. Reluctant artistmade a workthat can never be repeated. This poem was inspired by a recent outing to see the Sistine Chapel exhibit inContinue reading “Sistine”
Patience
Every night the cat comes and roosts next to me. Even if she has been attending to another member of the family, there is always the moment of her padding lightly and with purpose across the comforter like so much thick snow and settling herself, back turned, tail flicking, nonchalant and without obvious expectation unlessContinue reading “Patience”
Pictured
Absorbed by lightcapering daily to capture itwithin the net of my lenswhat eyes see andother senses perceivewritten downphoton by photonthrough chemical layersand into silverwhose monochromaticradiance dancesacross a scaleback into the eyetransformedshimmering witha glitter beyondwhat gold can purchasea gift of memoryinto years thathave yet to comean emulsionstanding in itsown brillianceagainst the rush of time Readers, IContinue reading “Pictured”
Self Singing
Whitman had a lot of songs,long and rambling, so many notesventuring all over the melodic rangefrom the highest octaves to thelowest reaches of the bass clef If he was written out on a staff,codified into halves, wholes, and sixteenths,he would be a tangle to rival Brahms,with a reach beyond Rachmaninoff or Liszt You wouldn’t wantContinue reading “Self Singing”
Rejection Letters
always there is the questionand how you will answer will it be a yesto the trying, the idea of itthe theory of possible successshining like a diamondin that dim uncertain futureyou attempt to not consider but like that last piece ofchocolate cake in the kitcheneven at midnight you knowthe diamond is thereand someone will reachContinue reading “Rejection Letters”
Indefinite Leave to Remain
displaced and out of placefor years I was lostin the rush hour crowd ofKing’s Cross Stationtongue-tied with wordsin the same language buta dialect whose defencesI never could break through the same but differentseparated by an ocean my peoplefought to cross death by a thousand cutson the edge of a paper my peoplefought to sign theContinue reading “Indefinite Leave to Remain”
Absalom
Faulkner is a heavy weight of old grievancesunresolved, the fester of yearsburning an indignant holein a pocket full of rusty nailsthe bitter smell left upon thefingers that reach insidea taste like blood on the tongue It’s my Mother’s words about the familyhow her Daddy was the twin born lastseparated by mere momentsfrom the seat ofContinue reading “Absalom”
Rush
my neighbor cut down his treeafter it fell into his fence during a stormso now I can see the sky as I lie in bedthe clouds are moving fastin a hurry to end this hot dry month from the bald stump,the tree is pushing back upwith a quickness, a thousand saplingsrising from the one oldContinue reading “Rush”
Late July
August is knocking at the doora hot mess of back-to-schoolwith new shoes, pencils, anda new backpack It used to be thatkids got to run wildduring the dog days,endless sprinkler partiesand popsicle sleepovers Now they are luckyfor any vacation, any gaspsof time blissfully awayfrom the hard thumb of authority,the arch and watchful eyeof educational agendas,the crackContinue reading “Late July”
The Poetry Patio 