(The above picture is not a portrait of Mr. Chagall but another man with radically kind eyes. The quote is from the poet’s ‘Requiem Revisited.’)
Moving through this world like forging your way through heavy plastic
Molecules dense and greedy even for your tiny space it becomes harder to breathe as they crowd around pushing in on you from all sides everyone striving to be stuck stable solid it’s like not moving at all Read More
that I might write a poem Read More
Pre-dawn inky glaze
Raven dips low, swift upstroke
To perch on phone pole
Old wires trace a palimpsest,
The Messenger of dreams Read More
Where do I put this sequin when the sequence
Falls like notes from the cellar door?
On my knees searching on the dirty waxed floor
Hands graze gypsy mambo scuff-marks
And dirty martini olive-swords.
Candles glow in distant red bulbs,
My search waxes dim.
How does poetry save the world like God? Read More
Daddy has a pen
This is the poem he wrote
Now we call it, ‘Home’ Read More
The atonal jewel in the broken heart
Of the wilted lotus and I guess I’m saying
That I can only guess given this heritage of rebellion Read More
I told you I’d come again, so don’t act surprised. I save you to save me, so if you think this a selfless deed, you are outrageously mistaken. There are no surroundings here, so it’s about time you snap out of your aloof body and get with it. Always wanting more, if I say a leaf brushed his face, your ego goes searching for Read More