poetry

Strolling at Meze The sand, even The sea feigns stillness beneath high mild evening air, strewn wide with slated clouds, waiting to build-black against arriving stars, Even while last slurries of sun, heap on hap-less cumulus, commas, colons, people punctuating...

RIVER between its eaten banks a water-band bends gently, slung across the curve of earth, moulding to the sunken forms and images with breath withheld, movements hung within a realm of never-failing liquid rules where plants must bow and only fish may...

ANTE MERIDIEM Whether it´s five ante meridiem in a summer´s morning light or five ante meridiem in the dark of a winter´s night I hear the chirps and coughs, the shuffles and the distain, and in the light of circumstance the effect is just the same. I...

LE MATIN le manque, sur les draps, à côté de moi, la distance de la candeur, vêtue en corps nu, à l’écart, et seule, isolé par la respiration, égale et claire, au bord d’un sourire, une absence déconcertée dans le sanctuaire de ton sommeil, le manque,...

SEVEN LIVELY CROUCHES 1 without prescription, tight along the straightened concrete, between the shrub of leaves and the sheer of fence, fearful of the emptiness that loiters on the low fleet of grass behind the false finality of the house with its apparent...

CHAIN REACTION 1 ...the half-life on the stern roofs where I wield the wires of conduction, bait the prodding aerials, angle the hungry empty dishes, in short, install and verify that what is up is adequate and just and feeds down there what happens up...

7 ...though at this distance the populace offers no direct assistance, anticipation siphons me from secluded needy-murder, the body is safe, no passer-by would ignore a dead man lying in their path, a reason for his being there would necessarily be asked,...

12 ...as if I had never before been in this room, never detailed the sleight of my movements, never paused to justify the space I fill, while the duty staff obey the syntax and move ever closer to the legal punctuation, though I am stalled in brackets,...

BAY the blue of cold lateness stares where sanded dusk has swallowed sun's loose shadows, blandly disclosing how quick the wearied wet has shrunk to damp, limp, a frown of slipping waves, dispersing tidal care upon the shrinking wrinkles of a tousled...