lonely little city with your one tower too tall, how’d you manage that? God didn’t forget about Babel, but he forgot about You, or maybe not. I mean, we think we got these tricky translations all down pit-pat, but listen to that sound of all the jabberwocky, like some back-and-forth noise that makes plenty of […]
Category: Poems
From poetry to short prose, a list of current creative projects
Nashville III
careful. baskets made of reed don’t float like they used to, and no matter how tall that grass may be, you can’t hide the truth from a baby born to ask questions. lay low, Miriam. lay low and wonder what you’ve done and what was fair. and how long you can hold that secret in, […]
Sacrifice
and love is giving up all your dreams to help someone through a nightmare.
Princess
God made the little princess with her nice and shiny shoes in the tall and staggered towers on the islands of the blues, where the little, pretty people ranted on about the news, no one’s laughing, no one’s crying, no one’s paid their missing dues, and the earth, it was a-rumblin’ to the sound of […]
Roods II
did you know that I’m a tree, rootless, old, I’ve come around, some old woods will forsake me, and shake me from their sacred ground.
Grandfather
he had that ancient stride, the one of a farmer scouring over some field in search of something deeper than the soil (oh, what a field is to a farmer whose seen the soldiers march across the sprouting seed on the way to Elysian!), and like the long stretch of soy in silence before him, […]
Nashville II
some corner street no one knew, tucked behind the towering skies, kept quiet its past and present, as the old, dank river hid us from what lies ahead for Miriam, who watched it drift away and wondered about tomorrow – while the aging, city streets lit some path for the corvée, who still worked into […]
Nashville Reprised
Gotham City heights around the crooked bend somewhere all the smoking lights were lost in love within. the air was red-orange rising in the morning-evening day, the city compromising to the silence in the gray.
Pangaea
I am the divider under the plates of Pangaea – I twiddle my toes, and the quakes that waken all my friendly foes, which open the seas, as I, with forceful separation am here to please, though little did you know how I could be. so, on account of my ability to do something good, […]
