Time Caught in the Broken Things
We thought those old cars could never die smiles grimly given tobacco juice brown and bitter curses drawled under the breath the foundation of things. --broken crankshaft,…
To Young Artemis
Divine huntress, in your chase of things wild over the mountains of Kynthos and of the world, chase for fame, gold, greatness, glory —overabundant to qualify for…
The Wisteria Bush
Because of a welcoming new guest inside him whose loving he adopts as his own with gratitude, this year, after living with his wisteria bush and its…
Looking up from Sonnet 116
Its presence there hadn’t struck me before, But I like to see the ladder where I left it, Legs splayed between the orange trees: Now that all…
A Blackbird Feeding
Homage à Guillaume Apollinaire A busy female blackbird of the colour Of the piled dry grass clippings She stands in and flings aside, Appears to find in…
Nostalgia By Night
The night is young, but everyone is old In this town's restaurants and whiskey bars. I dream of fireside wisdom—truths retold— Yet all I hear? Worn lies…
Remembering Mycenae
Much have I roamed through labyrinthine land, Minding matters of man’s clandestine mien: Myths marked by incipiency unseen, ‘Til modern minds usurp and reprimand. Have I been…
Who Shall Declare His Generation? Sonnet Prayers Through the Gospel of Matthew
Matthew 1 The Book of the Generation of Jesus Christ JESUS, “God with us,” who begat mankind, May your life and your words begat in us A…
The First Six Seals
I have no utensils, not a blanket. At one point I was given sheets by local people, but I gave them to a pregnant women. We feel…
The Journey
This man wants you to worship, Through him, a merciful God. He’s dressed For the part. You wouldn’t choose this outfit For an ordinary day’s work. I…
Dance of the Sky
As I look up at the stars That sing to me from afar, I dwell in that spirit divine Giving life to this soul of mine. My…
Electric Birds
Out in that vast dark we had to keep sight Of what brought us to that desert kingdom, Beneath which swam the darkest currency. Soldiers to the…
Deus ex Machina
1. Trash The traffic tears down this small hill - Two lanes turning right at the lights, And an occasional race or contest As they merge heading…
Poets’ Cento
I At the end of a clear blue day, entwined honeysuckle & jasmine stamens lust for tasting, the hour loneliness lay open to the sky. You came…