Poetry

Hallow-E'en, 1914

“Why do you wait at your door, woman, Alone in the night?” “I am waiting for one who will come, stranger, To show him a light. He will see me afar on the road And ...

The Man He Killed

Had he and I but met By some old ancient inn, We should have set us down to wet Right many a nipperkin! But ranged as infantry, And staring face to face, I shot at ...

Music I Heard

Music I heard with you was more than music, And bread I broke with you was more than bread; Now that I am without you, all is desolate; All that was once so beautiful is ...

A Bed for the Night

I have been informed that in New York City, At the corner of Broadway and 26th Street, Every evening during the winter A man solicits money from those passing by So a few homeless souls ...

Crépuscule du Matin

All night I wrestled with a memory Which knocked insurgent at the gates of thought. The crumbled wreck of years behind has wrought Its disillusion; now I only cry For peace, for power to forget ...

A Thing of Beauty

A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: Its loveliness increases; it will never Pass into nothingness; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and ...

Elegy

We walked the city after dark, talking about the things that mattered to us then: the most vivid ways to live, how to keep the fire ablaze inside; the girls we’d loved, the women we’d ...

Beruf

Beruf = Duty, Calling, Profession Himmler stood by a mass grave,got splattered with brains as his menshot into the bodies below, piling upin layer after layer, blood flowingfreely as water. Was there evena moment’s remorse? ...

Blonde in White Convertible

Do you know me? I am the blonde in the white convertible. Have you seen me cruising up the coast on a mango day? Top down, honeydew bandana holding back my hair, juicy fruit lips ...

Skateboard Sonnet

A boy with a shaved head and a wiry girl, black ponytail trailing, flash past the window on this perfect May afternoon, Monterey a purple outline across the bay, like the slope of a thigh ...

Shine, Perishing Public

While this America settles in the mould of its vulgarity, heavily thickening to empire, And protest, only a bubble in the molten mass, pops and sighs out, and the mass hardens, I sadly smiling remember ...