Long Harrowed Poems

Within the frame a sepia scene
a dusty porch   a rickety chair   
the fabric of your dusky face creased
with ceaseless sunbaked woes
your old pair of getaway feet gives 
a different walk of...

Read More

These cascaded tears are black in complexion,
I started arranging them when I was fourteen.
These broken stars are the horizons of fear, 
I started numbering them when I was ten. 
These words were the scars seen
in...

Read More

The crying grass 
(for the late Victor Jara,* Pablo Neruda 
and Salvador Allende)
by ‘bro. zayid’

In this stadium
of footlaunched spotted balls
of what should be promising soccer stars…
In this stadium
reeking with the stench of terror
and the numbing...

Read More

I knelt amidst the mountain's rise
        beneath the weeping opal skies
            there to measure Io's swoon
 ...

Read More

(tongue in cheek
by this moldering geek.)

Thy marriage doth incurably ail,
even strangers would vouchsafe
     (with nary any cavil),
     and perhaps even avail
herself (sight unseen),
    ...

Read More

I knelt amidst the mountain's rise, beneath the weeping opal skies,
      There to measure Io's swoon - the envy of each lesser moon ...
      ...

Read More

I am the harrowed whore who has your heart beat humming 
I've got you all strung up, harassed, helpless, and hopelessly horny 
Tied up and tormented, teased, playing between pleasure and pain 
Somewhat fearfully fantasizing,...

Read More

Isn’t she beautiful?
When you top a steep slope and look down upon her hills, tumbling over each other for miles, covered in greenery of new spring, you realize that she, the land, is immaculate.
But she,...

Read More

I wander down a cobbled street, 
sodden from rain, heckled by whispers
revealing secrets on this blustery night.
They bewilder me in a surge of confusion
far beyond the juncture of cursory fright.

If this is collusion to drive...

Read More

This Space for You...

Darling, my darling, how I long to see you so,
Such a long week of papers, pencils and meetings galore,
Prepare yourself for such a surprise as you surmise an unseen row,
Thusly have I,...

Read More

Moonlight shines on the lake,
The gentle ripples make it shimmer
in the eyes like slivers of silver,
Dancing on the unstill water surface.

In the chilly, late Autumn evening,
The cold wind blows across
Welcoming the winter
With it, stabbing icy...

Read More

I have been told that I need to grow up,
The bulletin just arrived on my desk that
I have issues manifold,
To share this drink an ineffectual cup,
Perceant words heard before hope's sliver of a door closed...

Read More

I don't ask anyone for much
no more than I'm willing to give myself
I learned to temper my expectations a long time ago
the consequence of constant disappointment
disillusioned down to the deepest depths of my soul
after all...

Read More

“I was frolicking up a staircase made of clouds only to end up muzzled in a circus ”

I explain to Lola - my puzzled therapist 

“Your rational faculty seem to be calloused by your crippling...

Read More

Man of melancholy - memories ashen and shadow gray,
heart harrowed, solicits solace from her psychic energy.
An offering, his woebegone weeping wildflower bouquet,
teardrops titian, sorrow scintillant, reflects rueful reverie.

Heart harrowed solicits solace from her psychic energy,
free...

Read More

The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Thirty

While the Mullah versed in the Hadith and fiqh harangued his flock
All over the milling crowds outside plastic cups did hands lock
By four even before the dazzling Cyclop-eye...

Read More

so, i got to thinking
about all those words
planted in my language
where fertility grew them
to leave and stalk and pod

the farmer's words scatter
my fields like seed on clod
watered by thundering flashes
awash, fertilized and germinating

progeny seedlings, my...

Read More

Kartoffelpuffer

Alone in my kitchen, snow outside my window
My heart returns to winters past, where a little girl
Stands beside Gramma, the other one…
From Germany, who grew her garden,
Vegetables and plum trees, peach trees, and pears.
Grapes on...

Read More

This will be the fortuitous night
When her restless spirit fully takes flight
In all four winds that fail to slow
Under the waning reflective moonlight.

They met under the delight of Luna’s soft glow
Swimming bare in warm waters...

Read More

The dread been telling you
And you hypnotized by high fashion society
And you backslider calling yourself celebrity
The dread been telling you
Dread things to come coming now
A fire on the dry canefields of sophisticated reality
A fire red...

Read More

In the ruins of yesteryears
a cave of harrowed woods
and it saves;
These tears dry and I bear;
The wind comes today
Gushing past the wild mountains
Have I not hold my heart
For why they rush to pierce?

This lust of...

Read More

As dad and I trod over the newly tilled fields
Feeling warmed by the prospect of the day’s work
His eyes aglow within those granite features
I followed his sight to that field beyond as yet unsown

He called...

Read More

RECIPE: “Poulet Roti” French Style - Ballade “Le Chant Royal” 11

    STANZA  X

Even as this Royal Lay comes to an end
Yet one more crime hatched on one more ruse and lie
Gets...

Read More

She trawled the woods to find her lost heart 
Out of view and hidden deep underground 
Still beating, wrapped in muddied cloth 
The Queen was once more born 
 
But returned to find the moon...

Read More

He held the torch aloft
fevered flame indignant
forged itself within his eyes
a wrath so kindled
this terrible iniquity
in recognition of its pestilence
all the corruption and the filth
in monument had erected itself
and to disgrace
its lines of perception
etched upon...

Read More