Achates Poems

Dear Sister, you, Charles, and me—we three,
raised together by our Mother: I love
you all; but this sonnet is writ for thee,
and for thee alone: for you are, above
all, my sibling Achates, bosom friend
of my youth and help in my poverty
and...Read More

In The House Of Dengbej
 

Three sisters sit
Each in crimson velvet
And veiled hair.
Relate tales
Of interracial love.
Of Armenian Boys and Kurdish Gals.
This is a town of
Cobbled streets and redbrick houses of the ancient Lore.
Diyarbakir, Sur.
Fidus Achates: an Armenian gal and a...Read More

I saw him lying there
In rigor mortis- lifeless, stiff and motionless:

His prayers weren't lost,
His visions the evil one couldn't shatter
Into pieces.

Soon his casket was whisked away
Amidst the beeping sound of an African
dirge.

One exact question run through the sharp
lenses of my...Read More

Be not harried by apostasy spates
Surcease ye flux of basilic imprecations
Adhibit ye ,supernal paracletes  
The pith of divinity

An Achates,
Vae victis
In this temporal realm

Chatoyant fanfaronade
Sursurrant congeries
Erelong abate
Shun the gaffer's gammon
Arcadian maundering

Avaunt kaleidoscopic zealotry  
Bandy a cutlass perfervid
Ex aequo et...Read More

You are what I delineate as integrity,
 The honesty that beckons,
You, my cohort, carry the knife's handle,
 Rather than stabbing me in the back, 
It stabs you and you become the trusted bearer of all my sins and painful secrets,
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