A Wind Murmurs I cannot give up on my madness for she will not let me. My body a wavering curtain of decaying flesh, my mind a caged wounded breathless animal. Steeling her shoulders, rooting her feet, she is a tree, gnarled, bare, breathing, letting wan light into the cage like a godly shaft, challenging…
The Ignored Fresco The future of this valley has faced off against the Depressionand it has won the finished product of an education. A man holds up a black sphere to teach its musicand hints within it is a bomb to blow up all ignorance. Two pause in the opening and turn to go down…
At the Nursing Home Offered the old folksmy poems. SaidI hoped we could talk and share. In our circle of chairs, allsat quiet, maybe confusedor shy. ………..Except onewho struggled to speak,lips quivering, his tongueslow, his wordsmisshapen. Still, light shonein his gaze, his fierce intentionto gather the shatters inside,a stutter of something he ached to say….
Nothing but Dust and Ashes INow I adore my days in exile.Everybody expected my stay in hell,My lonely departure to an unknown destination.At the call of winter, my favorite season,I left the stirred land with ShonkoGhosh.I crossed the river of sugarcane,went up-stream and far beyond . Today my exile square is dazzling with distant sunshine.The…
Fallen leaves gather all the way to my doorsteps and all over the deck, some beckoning for a touch. The slightest breeze uncovers new colors. I step over them, they’re still warm inside, won’t break under pressure, yet sing a song of longing to the abandoned branches once heavy with birds’ nests filled with fluttering fledglings; their silent song, a score of a thousand shades, spotted or tainted as though dipped into a watercolor wash, the way paint bleeds over silk paper.
A Recipe for Rotwelsch On the road eternallyescaping to nowhere,relying on zinken* for sustenance,a sign to welcome the stranger,the peddler, tinker, grinder,those with no abode,itinerant speakers who appliedthe lesson of Babel to birtha recipe for an almost language–a sociolect. Equal parts Yiddish, Hebrew,repurposed German,a concoction cooked up to speakopenly in code and safety,a linguistic mixing…
LET IT SOUND We hear a long familiar melody. Let it sound as gratefulness of our breath. Shadow falls from our eyes, my love. Secrets always remain the same. We do not hear the distant roar of gale, tonight. We hear that melody; a tide that tugs at us. The night is calm. Above our…
Tell Me How They Exfoliate Sin Time bending upon cynosureThe waxed heads of clay mothersFingers running about, work overtime.The miniscule and microcosm of their headcountInspiration, warped in amnesiaPreyed about and reined inAmidst folds of archaic reverence.Vexed palms that never rest in the chasm of sleep…. Sluice confetti Upon asbestos roofs washing down the smellOf garlic,…
Path The skyin my eyesis an orange Telephone polesin a rowtransmit my loneliness As I drivethis pebbly roadto oblivion Only the bushesI encounterinterest me That and the hillsof the horizonI will easily reach _____ Perspectives 1 A tree is silhouetted by the setting sun Branches of other trees reach out equally cameoed In the dark…
The Sea of Pedigrees True that.A bottomless embrace is the responseeven when thequestion is mysterious.It transfers sustenance, security, keennessguides and glides harmony appositefrom body to body, soul to soul.Merging animatedsans questionscharms the senses and touchesyour passion.This, only this,is panacea of the cosmos, the creation. You whispered these honeyed words in my earswhen I bit your…
Tonight I’m free. I didn’t die or write.
No all-nighter Delilah blinded me.
My eyes don’t burn like Satan’s grill. When light
rolls with the globe to blaze the cherry tree
and cause the moles and worms to underground, I rest in dream.
It does no good to scream, call names, threaten to sue;
your abuser has heard it all before.
Write, instead, a sonata full of unresolved…
