I walked
through the park
alone and dreaming,
as a black cloud
billowed behind,
tumultuous
and seething.
Unrestrained.
I am entering
an era of freedom,
unrestrained
by such simple things
as gravity, time,
or dimension.
The Wizard
Today, I overhead
a young man tell a woman,
“I am a wizard.”
Hmm. Perhaps,
he is the wizard
of la boulangerie.
Typewriter Ribbons
Typewriter ribbons
stretched taut across
an expanse of dreaming.
The voyage, bottomless
wells of ink, clinking.
An age of messages seeps
The Last Lullaby
There are too many bombs in the air.
There are too many screams in the night.
O’ Sweet Mercy, look at us
from your perch in the sky
and whisper to the wicked,
“Son, put down your knife.’
—
Continue reading “The Last Lullaby”
A Gentle Bed
Moss-covered loam
in shade, gentle bed,
exhales quietly ‘neath
pressing, weary heads. Continue reading “A Gentle Bed”
The Crows of Babel
Morning breaks upon Babel, crows caw, stirring from perches,
corvid-colloquialisms, complaints, single-voiced, to-all-alerting,
this, the gaping dearth, morsels missing, hungry bird, listening
to whispering passersby, ignoring their beaky-hissing, pinching
occasional ankles or errant fingers, angrily issuing edible edicts,
to hapless builders, millers, stonemasons, and/or tired children.
The Unforgiving Sea
Grown in the water,
born soaking wet,
I am a creature
of the sea. Continue reading “The Unforgiving Sea”
A Lonely Device
The anvil, uncaring,
unfeeling, unsparing,
sounds a blaring
foghorn-howl. Continue reading “A Lonely Device”
Worth Keeping
A heavy heart, leadened
by the weight of pain, hangs
like a folding star within
some misbegotten frame. Continue reading “Worth Keeping”
Not Gold, But Pearls
Unmoored, drifting,
anchors aweigh,
much like lifting
my wrinkled feet
from the silty floor,
where the world
begged me, Continue reading “Not Gold, But Pearls”