The Boar With Silver Fangs A Prince from Levant in love with the huntingthrough dark forest’s heart was making his way,For finding his path through the bushes hard fighting,was playing his bone flute and to his men he’d say: Let’s go for the hunt in the deep wildernessthe hunt of the wild boar with silvery…
Inside My Mother’s Ring Smooth like her face, an owl of beginningsit stayed on her finger the last six-month road like rain from a tree, a dream wrestlingas they turned her body over in the washing as if she could mend, the gold to re-moldlike her red face and tears at my wedding worn on…
Rice Pudding in the Praterstrasse We were living between heaven and hell literally,we were slender, nervous, we’d silenceeach other with a silky tenderness,we’d wipe our nightmares,we’d make our beds, our boots,we’d go skating on goddamn ice of life.Sometimes we’d notice reality.Then something would squatin the darkest corner of the houseand would begin to whimper in…
Random Acts of Silence My mother has characterized my birthhighly inauspiciousthe lunar antithesis of some anticipatedcataclysmic event. She has bluntly recounted over timemy forthcoming’s secondary naturevoid of fore-thought, reasonpreparation or rhyme. My modest realm distains those systemsenviously circling about my head.My throne extinct of thunderous extrusionsquietly rests in place of known dread. Impacted by her…
A Gust of Wind Curtains are being blown in:asailing boat has crushed into our room,it filled the air with the sea,with blue salt. Parquet on the deck.Salty splashes on the papered walls…Wind with a rose in its teeth,like with a naval boarding sword,had toppled the vase overand is climbing up the carpet.A split second –…
Leaf Olympics From my office window I watch the October leaves Doing the hundred-meter dash With no starting line, no gun Fueled by an invisible force Racing in harmony. . They pole vault over the roof of the opposite house Hurdle over the fences gracefully Long jump the length of the bridge Gathering the dust…
Eka More Gaaner Tori (Translated from the original Bengali) A solitary traveler I wasRowing the boat of my music in the stream of my tears.Who are you, the sudden entrant that came alongTo row the boat with me? That which was an illusory dream, a figment of my fertile imaginationEmerged before me in flesh and…
HALF A FACE Sky is dark.Beneath a green cedar tree,it is quiet on the bench where we sit,thinking darkness is just anothershade of light. Inhaling deep,you clear your throat,stand up,and begin to singin a broken voice,telling stories of unfulfilled dreams. Sometimes you ripple with painbut regain composure soon,to shine like a half moon,thin like a…
A Free Snowman I have deserved the gratitude of Italy.I have contributed to their history,To people, art and culture, by and large:I gave them snow. And plenty. Free of charge. Italians, captured on the River Don,Were packed and convoyed in a cattle carAll starved and thirsty, barely hanging onAll hoping that their end was not…
BIKE IN THE GARAGE mounted on the work-out standspindly creature to climb on and sitlegs churning in high gearinto vanishing turns by vast fieldsunder wan blue skywhere I drift no careening into fearstonewalls traffic or ditchtrusting my quads to burnwarn me to cease for the dayheart thudding and breath rapid then easingeasy as leisure to…
Mu Us Desert, Encountering a Herder Too Old to Have Consciousness Paler than the belly of a dead fishAnd more pallid than salt and alkaliThe desert now is dwelling in his earsIn his eyesIn his sweat pores and hair folliclesAnd in his throat From his aged flesh drained by the sunNo more grease or moisture…
In the Church of Adele She sings of love’s suffering,the plaintive cries of separation, of shattered hearts, the sad, shuffling parting and regrets of ill-placed dedication, of passion soured by time, his or her dreams crushed by love’sbrutal demise. So good in fact, she packs great halls and stadiums with devotees swaying to every sound, for all at one time…
