i'm minding the folly
of my own conceit
that burns in my
breast for men whose
art i envy
in life's balance the
gifts of the creators
are pyres set upon
their mountains
and lit for all
burning the corpses
of their creations
to let the ash rain
down upon the heads
of all receivers
in my darkest
i have fallen into
a valley and the
summits rise up to
cast me in their shade
and urged by malcontent
i scale their jagged
slopes to gain the
peaks and...
Saturday, April 22, 2017
Sunday, April 16, 2017
one hundred thousand thousand and one
every moment now is past
and therefore marked and
the names for each are etched
onto melodic strands that
you drop into a jar
one hundred thousand
thousand and one marked
moments that make the jar
a perfect measure
of the virtuous time
and pleasant peace
and tidal epic that you
once shared
the jar a wide-mouthed
ewer of crystal that you
place upon the window sill
of your aggrieved mind
and when you reach into
that blessed...
Thursday, April 13, 2017
jennifer's sonnet
i sit to write a psalm of spring and love
when morning sun has made her light be shone
through frames of glass and cast from up above
this violent view has left me all alone
a crooked thing that bleeds into my room
was once the purest form of all that's true
the sun, a bride, and life her lovely groom
are separate now in time and rent askew
a friend whose sister's breath...
Saturday, April 8, 2017
body in the river
it was the beginning of april
and the local river had glutted her
banks and shouldered away a man
who'd jumped from the bridge.
when i met a lover who
was a poet and who told me
she was put on this earth
only to change people.
she had full lips,
which is all i
cared to know
about at the time.
she believed also in past lives
and claimed that her prima persona
had originated...
