Poetry
CALIBAN
Back
to the brain-stem
& blinding
anvil of water
the sun beats
Caliban
come home
fish-spine & palm
murmuring merman
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CALIBAN
Back
to the brain-stem
& blinding
anvil of water
the sun beats
Caliban
come home
fish-spine & palm
murmuring merman
— This poem appears in the October 20, 2014, print issue of ...
Poetry
THE FINAL IKON
He felt that he would find it,
Find it yet –
The clarity he sought
With all his breath.
And when he had found it?
Why did he grieve?
And why did he find ...
Poetry
THE FINAL IKON
He felt that he would find it,
Find it yet –
The clarity he sought
With all his breath.
And when he had found it?
Why did he grieve?
And why did he find ...
To Beta, Cosmically Considered
If relic radiation bathes the spheres
Isotropically, as water is to fish,
To an observer here or in Andromeda,
Time has an arrow sharp as Cupid’s kiss.
If all is that primeval fireball
Exploding yet ...
Poetry
TO BETA, COSMICALLY CONSIDERED
If relic radiation bathes the spheres
Isotropically, as water is to fish,
To an observer here or in Andromeda,
Time has an arrow sharp as Cupid’s kiss.
If all is that ...
Poetry
BOCA RATON
In the rat’s mouth
of wealth
one learns to accept
opulence
as a perk of life
dazed by the depth
and breadth of it
spread on the hyaline
sea sparkle & sky
cluttered with yachts
cutting cream swaths
in a ...
Boca Raton
In the rat’s mouth
of wealth
one learns to accept
opulence
as a perk of life
dazed by the depth
and breadth of it
spread on the hyaline
sea sparkle & sky
cluttered with yachts
cutting cream swaths
in a diamond ...
Poetry
LEAR IN FLORIDA
Lear had no grandchildren to aggrandize
him, fondle him with kisses, no photos kept
in a drawer, to convince him he’s alive:
time slices, filial fawning, thin as thought.
What denouement but ...
Poetry
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Time is not worn,
O lady with the Rolex on your wrist.
It wears us from the time we’re born
And when we’re gone its tickings still exist.
Your show of wealth
But shows how ...