Monday, December 28, 2015
Sunday, December 27, 2015
To Parveen Shakir
Where are you?
In the cool breeze or colder stars,
stroking my hair, shaping destinies?
The moon's silver dulls,
my love's ghazals indifferent.
Bright sunshine reads street signs
and evening downpours account for us.
Deep thought pliant as
Jasmine in a gale
blooms to tend this ache.
Saturday, December 19, 2015
Wednesday, December 09, 2015
Thursday, December 03, 2015
Friday, November 27, 2015
Thetis
Of ashes spoken
and smiles bright,
fleeting as snowfall
caught by light:
Autumn snow
disintegrates touching.
Dusk skin shines
with pinched fire.
Tapering eyes
approximate
shafts of Sun
kindling flame.
Monday, November 16, 2015
Orithyia
Barbed clouds
do not bode well...
Yet her pale foot
sinks genial
in grass.
Errant, without care
for restive skies,
she runs.
A gale crosses open field.
Her white gown lifts
lithe as Sylph's wing,
flush cheek
nearly eclipsed
by billowing cloth.
Boreas held
want too long.
Those bright cheeks,
blood-hued to warm
wind blasted
countenance,
are full with
his breath.
do not bode well...
Yet her pale foot
sinks genial
in grass.
Errant, without care
for restive skies,
she runs.
A gale crosses open field.
Her white gown lifts
lithe as Sylph's wing,
flush cheek
nearly eclipsed
by billowing cloth.
Boreas held
want too long.
Those bright cheeks,
blood-hued to warm
wind blasted
countenance,
are full with
his breath.
Friday, November 06, 2015
Tuesday, October 27, 2015
Friday, October 16, 2015
Monday, October 12, 2015
Thursday, October 08, 2015
Wednesday, October 07, 2015
Saturday, October 03, 2015
The Process
for JJ
Fitness is their canon.
Hair up, teeth clenched,
cheek bones whet
sheathed stilettos.
Water runs hard,
marking grist
down pale casts.
She scours it away.
Fitness is her burden.
Tears run sharp,
hewing grist
down flush cheeks.
Fitness is their canon.
Hair up, teeth clenched,
cheek bones whet
sheathed stilettos.
Water runs hard,
marking grist
down pale casts.
She scours it away.
Fitness is her burden.
Tears run sharp,
hewing grist
down flush cheeks.
Monday, September 28, 2015
Tuesday, September 22, 2015
Baldwin
"...I have more faith in Southerners than I will ever have in Northerners: the mighty and pious North could never, after all, have acquired its wealth without utilizing, brutally, and consciously, those 'folk' ways, and locking the South within them. And when this country's absolutely inescapable disaster levels it, it is in the South and not in the North that the rebirth will begin."
---James Baldwin, No Name in the Street.
Friday, September 18, 2015
Tuesday, September 15, 2015
Thursday, September 10, 2015
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