Arena


balancing and vanishing acts face the
cotton candy-striped grandstand
phantasmagoric pantomime
acrobatic bric-a-brac
ringmaster magic
trump on tramp
bouncy balls Read More

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Air

Time is racing but I stand paralyzed
Velocity will make anything seem real
Its hard surface pressed tight against my perimeter of curve and dangerous angle
Convex dagger into heart Read More

Glaucous

Painting by Françoise de Felice

 

A sickly smear of an old bruise
coloring the confessional
my sin is not trusting in God
my contrite heart is my sin
if I live through this bellum perpetuum
it’ll be my Maker’s doing, not mine.
I’ve nothing left but a sloppy note
stippled with day-old milk
left in archipelago on kitchen counter
and a sweltering cling of
berry-stained seersucker
girls in curls who need me,
but not this. Read More

New Refrain

Painting by Megan Triantafillou

Mass with mastitis
mother by marriage says we’ll go to see Mother Mary but I know you know better
drinking in the sacrament of breath…

…Symposium of spirits concentrate there,
a kiss to sustain the learning world when by day and night
it hardens,
angels martyred
only to meet the gathered light and song and with new refrain go right back IN
TO bodies as
shining epistles altering helices and species Read More

Poetry Prompt: Building Bridges 

Painting by Karen Tarlton


There’s a fun poetry prompt open over at dVerse and they’re looking for more poets to join in and share their work/engineering feats. Basically, choose two quotes from different sources (novels, poetry, children’s, genre, etc.) and use one quote for your poem’s opening and the other for the closing, then write your poem filling in the space, bridging the two ideas. (You can read my contribution, 360.) The prompt will be open until this Saturday, May 12, 1pm RMT. I hope you’ll join in! 

360

Painting by Zdzisław Beksiński

“Those who do not weep, do not see.”*
Blooms beget bombs,
hope and horror in one vignette of existence
and the next
and the next
our little cherubs grow up to detonate
affix credit scores to souls and kill for food
the film reel revolves and I watch dry-eyed paralyzed Read More

The Chosen Ones

Painting by Nick Andrew

Gripping wind’s reins
We weren’t supposed to love the wildness or poverty
or make a home of spruce boughs and the raw provisions of the wilderness
Set on eagle’s wings
We were supposed to taste manna as survival food, juniper berries, rich in bitters and ascorbate
Our dependence on your creation should have been a passing lesson
as we fled one oppressor to the next Read More