wild inland sea

(Photo credit C. Scherer) vast inland sea you give the illusion you cover the world entire while rocks remain timeless scattered on your shores, mighty thousand foot ships merely your playthings many a night and day have i spent in your presence glorying in your sacred wildness which feeds my exhausted spirit reviving that thing…Read more »

songs that move back and forth across time

Poets to come! orators, singers, musicians to come!   Not today is to justify me and answer what I am for.   But you, a new brood, native, athletic, continental, greater than before known, Arouse! for you must justify me…. I am a man who, sauntering along without fully stopping, turns a casual look upon…Read more »

on the dakota night sky

(photo credit Sky and Telescope, Matthew Dieterich) Driving down highway 83 south in the inky black midnight intent on the road a flashpoint of light out the driver’s side window catches my eye. With a gasp I slow the truck mesmerized until a sudden bump reminds me of the shoulder and I pull to a…Read more »

autopsy

four times you have dug me up peeled the skin away from my extremities Cracked my ribs open to peer at my heart and not content with looking sliced it open scalpel at the ready you oh vivisectionist, reveling in my dry and rotted flesh watched as the blood drained from me and I grew…Read more »

the crossroads (2002)

at the end, the precipice. no signs forward no signs back no bridge over no wings to fly only wide open black space descending down away from the sky Then a movement in the wind catches my eye in this world of black and white there at the crossroads the devil waits under the black…Read more »

time

I have no time, she says, pouring water for dishes in the sink years of time washing over her flitting memory-movies in her brain   Gone like water.   Time weighed on Sylvia Plath and washing dishes she knows what that feels like knows the feeling of heads in ovens knows the almost relief of…Read more »

Dead letter

Dear Fitz Nineteen years and it was yesterday and here I am in the middle of my life and nowhere in a different state nothing As I thought it would be I’ve gone on and on. I’ve loved and I’ve lost. I’m living in a world where colors aren’t as bright they went trailing out…Read more »

Bridge to Eternity: Part 3

Being dead had its advantages, David had to concede.  He could be anywhere instantaneously, anywhere at the speed of thought.   It was a strange thing, however, to attend his own funeral.  He had been surprised how many people had come.   Yet in the church pews full of faces, the face he looked for was not…Read more »

warning

first they came with their religion saying get back to God (while they stole from the people) then like farmers Of the devil they sow division and tear down schools and beat down teachers busted unions systematically taking away the freedom of others they fear the people they fear you, the people in the name…Read more »

Winterset

Originally posted on Poesy plus Polemics:
“Icicles” by Stefan Maguran soon will time yield to torpor when icicles hang like stilettos from stupefied conscience quite ready to drop and destroy any thought of least warmth that might rise from remembered summers of reason the deadly sharp points of these long lethal knives Damoclesian threats from…