SCANSION

Tuesday, January 29th, 2008 Posted in Poetry | No Comments »

Poems of some great stature, built by those largely before my time (they are long dead and forgotten) have created me. Was it Abraham or the Son? Expatriate of that ground, grounded somewhere else, I search through remnants of words that have been translated from texts lost or battered ...

ALEXANDRIA

Tuesday, January 29th, 2008 Posted in Poetry | No Comments »

A man wrapped in several blankets A blustery morning, coat collars pulled high Above him the archway of the library Another man, withered, in the second story window Below, the library and a man nestled in trash The library books; pages too cold to touch

COVENANTS THAT COME AND GO

Monday, January 28th, 2008 Posted in Poetry | No Comments »

Come in unto me, and make a nation of you Come in unto me, I hear, Come in unto me But for my weary future, clipped to a generation of dusts, I cannot tread the sea Not now, not yet Oh me of little gall In the evenings, I ...

TRANSIT

Monday, January 28th, 2008 Posted in Poetry | No Comments »

On the bus ride home from work a homeless man steals my attention floating on the inner tube of drunken sleep like jetsam from a sinking ship And me with an empty book bag and a woolen hat strapped across my chin The seaborne dreamer stirs ...