Poetry

An archive for poems, or fragments of poems, or little heaps of words that I liked but never found a home.

Byzantium

A centurion crosses the hill of his fathers, years swallowed down like wine. Hair falls loose and curling over his temples, stained, pitted, from campaign. On the knoll, over a…

Teachings of the Prophet Mariah

Blade in the hand. “No” on the tongue. Silence. It’s not the vengeance—though that too is sweet, an overripe peach dribble down the chin— not catharsis violet and cream nor…

Shipwreck on the Aegean Sea

We ran aground while the watch stood, sailors sang cerulean dusk heavy, shore unseen. Mist ate up sand, sea wave-roar mute against plank, caulk painted gaze straining, sails empty as…

What is lovely has left us

What is lovely has left us: No harbinger, no dove’s entrails, no smoke sign at dawn. What is lovely has left us, silent, sightless, slipped away quick and tender-footed. We…

I have seen you like a skyline

I have seen you like a skyline far off behind twisted overpasses, towers blue against the horizon haze. A downtown intersection bike-bells clang the moment’s urgency, restless with doing, doing,…

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