One Day I Am A Field Instantly, soundlessly, a meadow called bereft.……………One day, a hawk’s meadow. Above, a red-tailed hawk fools meinto thinking he’s an eagleflaps his wings wildly then glides until I know, yes, it is you. What is remembered when blinded?Try to wake to the sun’s flash of denial.……………The problem: I am grief’s…
T S Eliot is Traditional Now The sea waves iced………..on the ledge I saw……………….Eliot chopping it —-Though hardly I noticed The sea skulls were………..bobbing up in leftover……………….of stale breath. A square hole was in my chiseled chest– Spoons knives forks of………..my modern cutlery……………….Are hung in kitchen –Though my ancestors cooked in Iron cauldron. In breakfast…
Insignificant wanderings I have left the sea at the parched door of oblivionWhere your eyes stood to receive my empty eyes. Words have meanings only if we knowHow to listen to the sky when a lightning strikes.To listen is to completely disown yourselfLike the leaves at the end of a rain. I have left the…
Magic Eye When you catch my eye, I take off my glasses. That way, there’s nothing between us. Sometimes, I like thingsto be not too distinct, like an impressionist painting. Lightand color and mood more important than detail. I collectCatholic kitsch, telling myself it’s ironic. St. Lucy with her eyeson a plate. Baron Samedi with…
Dives: On Rejection There was a certain rich man who was clothed in purple and fine linen… Luke 16:19 “It is not impoverished to say,” the screener wrote,“Your erotic sonnets are no small achievement.”Poets are grateful for any warmth in the cold –The longhand, a scribbled signature, scent.In the business-like second paragraph,…
Our Mothers (for my aunt, Birdie Lou Powell)What would we be without you?Even God herselfKnows that our mothersAre miracle angelsSwiping away the sun’s burns and tearsWith their leatherlike handsWe meanMother mom ma mommy mama mamiGive birth to the earth dailyTransport the moon and stars on their backsWork like hungry ancestors in orange fieldsSmuggle their invisible…
Pandemic is a Place Where Harassing Migratory Birds is Essential Business #1 First days of December 2019, Bird Island was denuded by San Antonio Parks following plans from USDA Wildlife “Services.” All nests were removed from Bird Island; six, transferred to Edward’s Tank at Mitchell Lake Audubon, way south of town. Around those same days, on the other side of…
I Collect Grandmothers I collect grandmothers like flowersyours, mine, everyone’sonce they’ve been plucked from the earthafter they’ve wilted and shriveledin provincial flower potsor upcycled urban glass bottlesI gather their corpsesand lay them between my favourite booksso they flatten like the pages that hold themso words that matter are imprintedonto their petalled facestheir leafy handstheir stalk-like…
King is not well Polished floors, closed doors, clean ceilings, and patched windows stare at the raped halls. Raped halls. People ran, dirty feet pilfering. Then came, the disjointed band. Legs up-down, up-down. Arms stiff-up-sideways, stiff-up-sideways. Hollering, bellowing lies. Megaphones being charged with diesel generators inside soon-to-be culpable throats. Throats that are so dehydrated they…
Air Quality Index Streetlights flounder in dense fog red smear of warehouseporchlights dimmed orange the color of aggression * Inflamed brain on screena man holeto the sewer below steam lifting through snowits wet iron disc unhealthy for sensitive groups * Hollow out a hole for meplease I know my anger’s out of character Just tell…
Instances On a Sunday Afternoon 12:25 pmThe road unfurls in tandem with the skyas parched as a loverholding the grey void in his arteries…….–…….smelling first rainsA prisoner awaiting an ambrosial embraceIn this evermore season of deep prolonging 1:10 pmClouds are inverted commasCarrying the weight of unspoken wordsMarinated in green…….–…….her attire for a swollen worldhaemorrhaged by…
We Will Cry Such Tears He sat there cowled in the blanket. After a while he looked up. Are we still the good guys? he said. Yes. We’re still the good guys.Cormac McCarthy, The Road We will cry such tears as will break the heartsof stone angels. It is not impossible thatI would help them seek revenge.You…
