The Ventriloquist It’s contagious –all this spirit writing.Voices from the other sidebreathing down my neckevery five minutes – buttoned upin starch & lace – lips pursed,sharing a private joke in silence. The familiar surgeof unexpurgated words,exploding like glassinside the cranial suite –overturning tableslike Jesus on a bender;hammering home the pointand he doesn’t care who knowsContinue reading “The Ventriloquist”
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Memory Threshold
Memory Threshold(On my grandfather’s birthday) My father’s father-whom I never knew-saw first light in the yearthat Hardy publishedFar from the Madding Crowd. He surveyed the damagethrough Cabbage leaves,watched birds & beesilluminate their lives – like platesinside an antique pillow book. He and his sister – Mary,unwanted offspringof bug eyed immigrants,clinging to a board clad hovelinContinue reading “Memory Threshold”
Newton’s Epilogue
Newton’s Epilogue(In Memoriam) Once, on a cold inclinenamed after your mother,you turned as if Karajan to his Figaro;as if Jesus to Simon and saidTo conquer death,we only have to die. At the drop of a baton,time holds sway like a dirge,wincing at the refrainof it’s own untold forecast;we only have to die. And what ofContinue reading “Newton’s Epilogue”
If I Could
If I Could(for Fran) It was so like youto slip in a curveballwatching a Disney flick,to ask me how I would come to youin dawn’s feeble light or deepdread of night to tell you againwhat you’ve always known & kissyour baby cheeks; when that wasthat—all she wrote was said & done. When the veils liftContinue reading “If I Could”
Visions of Orion Poetry 