Poetry

Thirty-Six and a Half

The fantasies and phantasms of youth Have not perished. Rather, Like me, They have dissolved and assimilated themselves. They have...

Sayang

By my reckoning, there only are two ways that Two objects can occupy the same spatial dimensions: If they are separated, however...

The Torchbearers

We are the torchbearers. It is our privilege to occupy This locus on the leading edge of existence. We are the consequence of all of...

I Voyage the Broad Life

I voyage the broad life, roused by sun and song and rock-a-byed by the rolling swells and ridged whitecaps of parted time radiating from...

Corpus Christi

Father, Fear me, But let it remain, Like so many other things Between us, Unspoken. I am not, Nor ever was, Your darling boy, Your...

The Way You Looked Last Night

The way you looked last night – The way the world looked at you – The way the world, Nonchalant, Placed its nimble hand across the small...

Revelation

In a months-old issue of some magazine sent to us from back home, to rouse our spirits and remind us again why the campaign or operation...

In Beauty May I Walk

In beauty may I walk, in moonlit meditation gifted of grassy earth and whispered on downy-blown breezes. My pulse, the unembellished...

Candles

Ancient starlight dots the elder darkness. In unlit rooms, we light the tall, tapered candles passed down from our grandmothers –...

Gravity

There resides, between any two discrete bundles of atoms, a resolute gravity. Now, my love, that same inverse-square inclination draws...

Hurricane

At sunrise, the storm was still assailing us. I waded across the yard to check on my neighbor. Peering through the stepped panes of his...

Reverence

In silent reverence, we ascended the full three stories of acutely gabled façade. We reclined westward at the summit, and waited, prying...

Things I Think About When I Can’t Sleep:

An aneurysm spurting in my skull – Burst red balloon for which the cherubs weep. If I could weep, I could as soon be lulled Within the...

The Beggar and the Senator

It is tolerable that the calloused hands of the beggar trace the fluted columns of democracy. It is tolerable that his muddied feet trod...

Auroras

The geometry of dawn and dusk is that of unbroken planes, excepting the loose wisps of radiance that glimmer above the glaciated bedrock...