Torch Song
Remember the Soldier Pass, orange rocks punched by water into seven wormholes painted on a cliff that bled into the horizon. Or the Hudson River, gray palisades growing into taller and straighter marble giants as our …
Category: . Pensive
Magellan
I see the maps, watch you navigate – you will always find the shortest route between two points, I know – but no straight line can satisfy this wind over water or a thousand meandering coastlines, curving latitude and longitudeand …
The Park
a massive rock juts up in the park like the claw of a slumbering leviathan sightless, I sit under it now an impotent king whose footsteps leave no echo a marble fountain claims the park’s …
death in the afternoon
Montparnasse sits in silence as Hemingway scribbles alone at Le Dôme Café. On our fourth glass of mother’s milk he coughs and in an expansive arc his cigar inscribes a trail describingthe broken barricadesbefore us,as we watch the …
Porcelain Manger
November Last time I stuffed a turkeyyou were sucking a burnt pinkyconfiding secrets about Uncle Carland reminding me of the importance of a well-bleached sink. Ifinstead of sleeping in a Red River cemeteryyou were hereadding chicken brothand just a …
Ode to the House that Raised Me
I saw a ghost today. I peered inside her vacant eyes and brushed the years away. I saw her youth,and she saw mine.We knew each other’s past.She spoke my truthin wistful lineswithin her dusty glass. Time had not …
The Old Man in the Mist
A lonely path through clouded memories his fading mind once sharp and clear, now lost in hazy fusion, time betrayed by hours no longer counted in his universe. Yet hesitantly climbing misty steps his feet …
Pepito at Peace
The Nationalists nevermarched down Calle Margaritaeven when they took Caranqueno fascist boottouched these stones. Pepito sits on a white flat rock,elbow of his flannel shirt torn, both kneespatched in black. The carbine rocksbetween them, dancing …