Contemporary Poems
Clouds Suppose the sky could be made with swirls of velvet clouds, great and small. Like the shedding velvet which falls from deer’s antlers. Would the softness found in rain drops be the same? Could they be softer, like the stuff of snow? Or maybe they could be soft like the dew which wakes …
Menagerie I did once have a menagerie in my mind, or so it did seem. But I deemed to wind it down beyond my furthest finger’s reach because I detected a hinting sound. It was coming from one of its beings, having trouble breathing. Seems the mind above its chest was …
Imagination Imagination comes as if it was a child of me. Unbidden, but welcome. Positioned in front, as would an infant in a group photograph. There is a certain innocence. A certain awkwardness. Surrounded by maturity, while having none of its own. I am the first to see its eyes …
Mob Massacre, East St. Louis, Illinois (1917) (The Land of Lincoln) The beast must come to feast within the atmospherics of hell placed in hate. Motions in the night, like oil seeping through guardian palisades. In this universe, we do not know where evil begins or where it ends. The law itself, …
Only Passengers At my best, I had only a toehold. My grasp of things making up our footings was never strong and contained towering imperfections. So, my incessant solicitations within earned forgivenesses came to an end. And the waiting, too, ended. I realized that even if you were from the mountain of …