Poetry - Year V - Number 43 - December 2020

Inhale to GoddessYouare only a blurin the foreground of mydrishti. WrinklesThere is a history in your face, everyline that draws up anddown each curve.In just these few moments that I've met you,I see little joys in...

up.where does it go? the never-ending staircase that leads up. upwardsto apocryphal sky, skywards to manna of open heavens and i hear them climbing in the shadows. iron-pressed suits, shoe-horned bootshitting the hilt of lime...

The moment of thunderThe moment of thunder to wonder and ponder about what’s down yonder, the river of a dreamfor the moment of gleam down a stream of means, for life is pure to...

Parrot in a Key West Laundromat A parrot is perched on the rod of a laundromat cart, its multi-colored feathers bright as the florescent lights above. Its head moves about as if counting those who fold and...

WILDLIFE IN THE WARD I approach the dying manlike he’s a poisonous snake.One step forward.Half a step back.He’s coiled up on the bed,his breath the only thing moving.But he could strike at any moment.There’s nothing...

                          Variation 47                                      Remembering de Chirico Afternoon of heat the village asleep Lovers drifting through as though                                          A dreaming      I have seen how geometry shapes                                          The light            Footsteps making pale shadows a                                        breaching a negotiation                        It...

Dream Vaccination The art of you equals imperfection,cathedral of blistered hands, tattooed armsof blue & red & green. On your handsI would write pages of thunder, a catalogof stars. I would draw the shape of...