Utnapishtim Takes Gilgamesh’s Hand
Humbaba never tires, Never sleeps. Protector of the Cedar Forest, He inflicts eternal unconsciousness, On naifs and wise alike. Irony abounds. "Enkidu, what men do is nothing,…
I want to fall like rain…
I love you from the emerald ocean to the dusky mountain From crimson sky to bountiful Earth, from sunny sun to the slicing moon, from summer sweet…
Mad Poet Passes
b.Ber. 55B I.22.D Said Raba, “People are not shown in dreams [such impossibilities as] either a golden palm tree or an elephant going through the eye of…
The magpie
What to make of a large magpie slipstreaming my shoulder as I cycled into a combative westerly? Its red-brown eyes flared with curiosity at the awkward knee…
Poems Are Like…
Poems are like small projects Of the mind and heart When working together —In conflict or in peace— When wedding each other For the purpose of creation…
Dancing and Danger
Two sisters, not more than three or four, Twisted and twirled in tight, bright circles Across the floor of Your World Coffee Near where I sat last…
Plumb Line
We crossed the stage At a date now long-etched, Aging us as we layer our lives. All that glittered All that fired All that Promethean luster For…
A Thief Repents
And so it ended, my fine old career, A bandit’s life is rarely a long one, Hung up on a gibbet for all to leer, My pleasures…