Saturday, 24 June 2017

Shamelessly Self-Promoting ...



Haven't been posting much, so when a poem goes live ... have to crow a little

http://www.persimmontree.org/v2/summer-2017/international-poets/

Thursday, 23 March 2017

NOT TO WORRY, THIS CAN BE IMPROVED













Take it apart - no - tear it apart
and be ruthless, the editor says to me
Do what you would if you were
changing a very dirty diaper
You know what you'd be getting rid
of then, right?
That's what you need to do when you
revise your poem - get rid of all the sh**
That's the only way to make it better,
to make it good
I know she's right, I do
Sighing, I begin

(Artwork print - M.C.Escher)

Sunday, 29 January 2017

ONE PEARL














On a porch in Amish country
a wise grandmother of the first
order knits a crooked path
Once it is of suitable length,  she
covers it with dry tobacco leaves
Then casts it up past the eaves
up past the stars
up past the edge of the world
Until the path finds a black hole
in the sky and is gone
And the grandmother just sits
there with her plants and knits
no more.

Wednesday, 18 January 2017

MAGIC DIARY 2017

From a wonderful course out of Duke University (a MOOC, courtesy of Coursera) - a group of writers stayed in touch and wrote stories about places they were from, and/or had lived ... under the guidance and care of a special leader, Jaya Sengupta - a special volume came into being (more than one actually  - there's a cookbook that led off, then a two-part storybook). Here's the preview from my section ...

Thursday, 13 October 2016

A NEW TAKE ON THE BURNING MAN





















At first glance, I think—
performance art —an actual
albeit, huge man
standing there
It's hard to understand why
Then, the scent of candle-wax
wafts towards me; I realize
finally,  the man's head
is melting

I walk towards the sculpture
and read the description
One artist is paying homage
to another
Has sculpted a larger-than-life-
size, absolutely realistic
replica of an idol
Then put, what one writer has
referred to as,' a candle that
burns at glacial rate'
within the head and neck

At some point, the whole
thing will, presumably,
collapse in a waxy puddle
I find it odd, but interesting
Less so when I find out
the fellow being idolized
is still living

As I observe the crumpled
cranium, the already long,
grey hair, frazzled and dripping
down the back
I wonder how the living
replica feels about this guy.

Seen in the Whitney Museum in NYC, August 2016 - Urs Fischer's sculpture dedicated to writer-director Julian Schnabel.











Tuesday, 27 September 2016

OUTLINE ECLIPSED















Doppelganger you,
never far from me
My damn, constant
companion, you
never let me be

You're no spectre no
spirit, too solid by far
My alter ego menace
my double, super nova
 - spirit-star

Oh shadow self, silhouette
let me see you whole
Step out from the gloom
come over here in
to the light, my mole

I wonder what it is you fear
Why darkness is your friend
Come forward, shady one
I'll protect you, keep your
ghost-trace from the sun.



Saturday, 24 September 2016