Poetry
the somber song
we’d need a thing taller than love– to heal us, of our broken faith, lovers a thing– taller than the stoic mountain it’d wish be regarded capped in sun-brushed, purple-heather sway tho at its peaks, a petulant child, it’d be bellowing its stone-tablet demands aye, its red-faced, screaming needs tho if it should listen with […]
conversations #1
“All men want that..” “That is untrue. Some of us, or at least one of us, wishes only to know your nuance, those things missed, or disguised, and to learn the depth of one’s shadow; each with dimension, ’tis where we reside.”
ecstasy of sorrows
this business of living, kills us all “He lived a good life,” they said one, after another– and the women wept, the men, solemn hands folded, heads tipped, slightly down watching seam-stocking legs and shining shoes growing up– out of the sullen-umber ground the combed-hair children, epiphanous, this day ninety seven years after his own […]
Who will stay?
Who will stay Until we are old, pale, and grayed, bodies fallen? Who will stay When we are broken, when we haven’t words Knowing our silence, taking our hand as we are stilled by fear? Who will stay Through our whispering insanity Finding forgiveness, though unfair, their crucifixion? Who will stay Cut by razor-tongue Bleeding […]
unborn soul
this thing, craved tho our wish’d be always uncertain having learned, since children of hope’s wanton dereliction our orbit-paths, paralleling as might Saturn’s chalk-dust lines within a prism’s bent-light paradigm falling together, meeting hastily and then dispersing into nothingness once witnessed collision’s distortions these guileless verses, whispered into the heart of an ashen-winged soul tho […]
iron gates of black
up the road paved, pocked, and grayed or down it, a bit near the tall-grass deer field once a farm now marked– ‘land for sale’ in peeling, red-paint letters flattened upon a square-post wooden sign towers– a stone home atop a slim, emerald hill’s incline the house, several times larger than those humbler homes that […]
escape
’twasn’t faith which taught me of it which made me a believer ’twasn’t religion’s fiction ’twasn’t even love– for all its doubtful shadows ‘neath its amber-glisten shimmer ’twas pain, absence’s remembrance that first time this, my soul, be known– again heavy, with sorrow wordless, within its well of tears those woes it’d never spill over […]
Always
Always. were we to ruminate on this word a bit we might see that it is bigger than forever– without fail without reservation without condition without limit Always. without doubt without intent without vulnerability without start without end Always. if a word were a deity it would be Always.
dangling frays
I listened to some poets today, and the Mexican poet read a poem about prejudice against his people, and the black poet read a poem about oppression against his people, and one white poet read a poem about depression, and another hated most people, so he proclaimed, while one fellow read a poem about being […]
one more day
look in the eyes or in those moments unguarded notice the subdued sighs no one knows how they might survive even one more day four more hours two more hours counting down to its end and tho we wonder how– some way, we muddle through the moil until that day comes upon us which none […]