Man’s Conquest of Home
Oh, little mountain valley, Narrow as a twig. How much you have changed, And how cruelly you have been bent. Once you were quiet and sleepy, Your…
Salt Stone Sweet
Come listen, listen, listen To this tale I have to tell. Come listen to this tale Of a village with the strangest well. Come every one of…
The black hat
There’s no forgiveness in this scalpel scoring my forehead. I’m a pumpkin shell carefully, firmly sliced open, the sound inside my head like a tearing, a blackbird…
The Pont Mirabeau
Under the pont Mirabeau flows the Seine With it our loves And strange to be minded Joy follows always after pain Let night come…
The Dragon
When you first looked up at the stars And saw the art of my wings flying free Did you dream about you and me Traveling to worlds…
Transplants
Way back east where the green things grow Trees show up naturally, like cities with squares Attract walkers, like families with religion Attract children. The trees there…
Mother Clothed With The Sun
Clothed with a thousand silk-spun sunbeams, You shine down motherhood upon all earth, Twelve twinkling stars adorn your head, and gleams Of moonlight peak between your toes…
Too Bright to See
It’s too dark out now to catch fireflies She sighed, and while not quite right Neither was it, I believe, a childish lie- A cast line, rather,…
Simon-Peter
“From thy boat I called thee, Two natures do I see, Peter the saint; Simon the sinner. Ah, but which shall be the winner? Simon, son of…
Prelude to a Fantasy
Startled, my body quivering, My entrails shook. My palms drenched in sweat, I touched my face. No doubt, it was I. I am certain it was I…
Three Literary Limericks
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock The world, both within and without, creates ontological doubt. The women chitchat. Is that fog or a cat? And what…