Older Still

I met her when her eyes were still juniper berries wild and potent if not slightly toxic the way she could stare you down. Her kicks ran constantly with her arms indicating the direction of her whims. Toward or away the tides moved with her will. We feared the same things, and fear is in [...]

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Foreshadowing, an Honest Recollection

This is a retelling more than a poem. I, a historian, more than a poet. For if this were a poem then the event would be foreshadowing. Gravity whipped by my face. Weightless and falling I was exhilarated. You taught me how to fly. From a parking garage in Worcester. You did not teach me [...]

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Random Dots

Sometimes I desire to connect random dots. The old master within me scoffs. Don’t connect dots without a reason. On the train passing pictures are a runner in motion so real you could never tell each lifeless vision apart without an unscheduled stop. History repeating? Its still new despite familiarity. Repeats get a second chance [...]

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History Moves On, Untroubled

Philosophy is a foreign language to us. A dead one. The harrowed phalanx that once blocked the path against countless hateful men of old, was flanked by a horse. Driven as fast as the wind by a new kind of master, Odysseus would blush. These beasts carried men on their backs rather than in their [...]

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Redacted – For WL

Feet tapping. Fingers failing to shuffle tiles on a rack. Eyes squinting, lips pressing around glass, his next attack a five letter word meaning “a forceful verbal assault” drops like a bomb on Bletchley town. Another smooth drink goes down. His mind, endlessly decoding scrabbled simulacrums on the old torn chair he found forgotten. It [...]

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East and West

Peaceful morning. A coffee, black. Steam rolling. Eyes shutting, hands tugging at the white towel she wears. Long night, quick morning an unrolled newspaper black and white has a headline about the West Bank. Feet on cold bathroom tile. Porcelain squares arranged like a checker board. She is careful not to step on the cracks. [...]

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Every Fantasy Broken

I am an archer of ideas, pointed, fast, and deadly. I let them fly when I probably shouldn’t. They stick to targets, bales of hay, off-center bulls-eyes, and apples with their soft red curves, subtle artistry, and elusive skin. I am William Tell in the Garden of Eden. Every god’s delicacy is a target. The [...]

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Edge of A Turning World

The tongue is a pillar of salt it turned back against command to see its kin burn. Before it died it saw the sky kiln churn and devour. Before it died it heard the screams and smelled the sulfur of a dying race. It didn’t say anything though. How could it, when all of a [...]

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Watching Woman

She made short pauses in speech, of the short this was the shortest because she was in great haste to stop. Her eyes widened to catch words from the air felt fragmentations were in reach – that is what called her to stop, and wait. Shrapnel remaining from some big bang tiny seconds ticked and removed [...]

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Notes on the Mount

The last thing she removed from her travel bag were the tissues she used to wipe my face. To wipe her face. Tissues from Austria. Tiny little surrender flags to quell a flood – a flood older than Noah and his boat. And could you imagine the tears he cried when on solid ground again [...]

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