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.






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.
             

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.


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.

Tuesday, September 15, 2015

Thursday, September 10, 2015