Tag Archives: Poetry

Wand

Man, Five Points Square New York 1916. Paul STRAND  Exhaustion has its tale to tell Like the gaze beneath the dusty hat In the shadows, staring, unseeing, unknowing Sun slopes down the slum-houses upon a cheek The brown skin, curving mouth, tight jaw Showing up more years than are due — guileless light The afternoon […]

images

how poetry begins: a soft building fire in the deep interior * * fever-hot night yellow moon the car is rocking romance in summer — don’t bother us we have just been born * * language… shifting skies… by what has this world been burdened and for whom celebrated since her eyes opened * * […]

two poems

is it the right way does it look to be the right way that is what you think about driving in the city does it just feel to be the right way that is what you think about driving in the city it is not too late to turn back you know somebody slips into […]

junction

it is a long time since we saw daybreak so no wonder we think it beautiful when, looking ahead, there it is suddenly: ribbons of gold and rouge spreading behind the hills, slowly unravelling, perfumed, gay, and a soft light touches your face and our memories of a deep, remote, unceasing river i love your […]

classroom

at this meditation lesson you pay what you want at the front desk and let the guru make you sit for hour upon unbroken hour with the one object: watch your breath my buttocks hurt my legs go to sleep frustration’s winning out “sir, where’s the peace?” * * the ducted heating coughs out stale […]

Beast

Poetry feels sometimes like an expiation And yet with words of the near-past I’d also been building debt Is this all meant to bring us closer to being an animal That is more right than man Never in embarrassment, always knowing what to do Or when I try here to create you Am I really […]

to-do list

blouse button black thread lock up the alter ego sign repatriation papers with life’s purgatory re-pot the dandelion water the peace-lily push the waste-bins out leave the empty recycling-can fold the week’s laundry reorganise the mind’s drawers call your mother charge the mobile-phone clean the bathroom-mirror love yourself wipe down the pieces of your personality […]