poetry

and i have only words

there is a plague spewing hateinto our eyesholding aloftblasphemytries to denythat black lives matterand i watch it all unfoldon secular groundbeyond a goda worda man nor womanan ideologyperhaps, a new philosophymarching in the streetsagainst their hypocrisythey singLean On Meas dusk descendson that once mighty hilldefending their democracyinside this inequalityburrows all our fatewe pray it is […]

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A Bit Of Kunitz

from ‘THE TESTING-TREE’ In the recurring dream my mother stands in her bridal gown under the burning lilac, with Bernard Shaw and Bertie Russell kissing her hands, the house behind her is in ruins; she is wearing an owl’s face and makes barking noises. Her minatory finger points. I pass through the cardboard doorway askew […]

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That Wisp of Longing

it drifts down dolomites of death hanging over our heads, as grief drips, drips from our heart it breathes in cave air punctuated with shadows light streams in my lips an open sore a gap of time with no tales Where to go? breath alone, and along the way I pause to say … but […]

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