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A Few Words on Anarchy and America

A spectre is haunting America – the spectre of the unreconstructed individual. He cannot, and will never be, a cog in the machine of other’s grand designs. The current electoral season, reported as a clash of worldviews, obscures the incredible … Read More...

TO BE RECITED TO LIZA ON HER BIRTHDAY

Withdraw winter from the lids of your eyes

and keep it warm where none can feel;

when summer is light with fireflies,

when autumn falls with mute surprise,

when chords accord, when tones congeal:

withdraw winter from the lids of … Read More...

For Jennifer

For Jennifer

Time sleeps in a test tube,

coils silently under the

noses of the sleep-deprived and weightless.

Sophocles heard it skirting the

boundaries of his doorways,

closed his eyes, prayed for sight,

and clicked his heels three times.

Time … Read More...

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some guys

with good news came by –

somethin’

‘bout some overstretched hebe

hellfire

and an insurance scheme… Read More...

For Nina, Maybe

Well, someone has to smoke the world’s cigarettes,
to leave little ash droppings
to lead us out of the wilderness –
a little nothing, a little boredom,
so we can lean on buildings looking good
while the prophets pray
for … Read More...

Or the Singer to His Song

Sleep, a Painting

It is time to turn against the night
and draw the world within my palms,
to set the crutch which holds the sky
above the moon and silver beach.

My gaze is fixed upon the shore
where … Read More...

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