Too much talk of revolution
makes me hungry, and there
is little in the fridge that makes
one believe in a better world:
Leaves gather like un- sold goods. Need help, asks the rake. Just browsing, I say.
Both the atheist and the believer have it wrong.
We are not mere bodies, nor do we have souls.
Heaven would be a room strewn with books
and nary an errand to distract from reading;
“Children found ‘butchered’ in Israeli kibbutz…” – CNN
I dream a rocket’s aftermath smells of cracked pepper,
that it sprays not blood and shrapnel but mint leaves,
ice clinking in delicate hand-blown glass; that its
thunder is a hundred-thousand bumblebees come to
pollinate a black-and-white world, devoid of flowers…
Not the shaded table by the pool
where I point out a hummingbird eating nectar
and my son asks, “You mean like I eat pizza?”
“Hawaii wildfires burn historic town of Lahaina ‘to the ground’” – BBC I remember coffee-flavored ice cream at the Royal Scoop, how it made me long to be old enough to drink espresso like Dad. I remember stepping off the […]
Is it wrong to love this world like a newborn swaddled in peach skin, beech-tree bark, silt at the mouth of a stream whose headwater is starlight, is ocean-honey, is upwell of grief? World we once called mother, how we […]
Between Singularity and Singularity, between dawn and dusk, between errand and meeting, between dream and nightmare there is the flicker of free time, the choice to write sonnet or free verse, to carry or be carried away by burdens, by […]
One could be forgiven for asking what poetry, with its self-indulgence, its insistence on image and metaphor, can do for the real world of blood and bruises, the harsh dirt with which we bury the newly dead. In his poem In […]
I’ve come to take for granted so much–billboards and product
placements, sponsored posts disguised as honest-to-goodness
journalism, apps making me the product I can search and…