The Secret Voice

The screen is up andBorough Boy is being euthanizedexactly as I write this5:18pm on Labor Day, 6:18 whereit’s happening in Saratoga, New York.The last race of the last day of the iconic meet. No one knowswhat is and what is not.History is stilland could break both waysin superposition. People don’t know if they are themselves… Continue reading The Secret Voice

The Answer

The answer is underground where what sets the soul on fireis the treasure bound.Maybe that also means Prometheus found?Without judgment theregravity holds without effort.A stone’s throw takes some sweatbut not the descent.We are it’s descendants. We fall exactly the same way. Except there’s a block holding us from the answer:a willing surrender to go down.

Two New Iambic Dimeter Poems

The neurons fire In love tonight The singing choir relieves my fright sleep with the Rose submerge the sea The bower knows what’s inside me She’ll come again another door her song the wind ears to the floor. Don’t say a word. Love’s almost born. —————————- Let conscious breathe you won’t I know but can’t… Continue reading Two New Iambic Dimeter Poems

A New Poem in Iambic Trimeter: Visiting Isis’ Sister

I know it wasn’t fair to those who dance below: Between our creaky stair Descends our nightly ghost. I’ve come to see my girl Her sister plays alone. Here in her deathly world Her grievance sings her song. What does she want from me? A willingness to die? Like Jesus on the tree, A needle… Continue reading A New Poem in Iambic Trimeter: Visiting Isis’ Sister

Hafiz Poems

In A Tree House Light Will someday split you open Even if your life is now a cage, For a divine seed, the crown of destiny, Is hidden and sown on an ancient fertile plain You hold the title to. Love will surely bust you wide open Into an unfettered, blooming new galaxy Even if… Continue reading Hafiz Poems

2 New Iambic Poems

This first one is in iambic tetrameter with the structure of an English Sonnet: I lost you to Arabian nights: The god Apollo’s basketball. You had that day Queen Isis eyes.. Unfolding reddened fall leaves song. It does mean something here in snow. The M&#257rga flames the Firebird’s beak. Somehow it made me let you… Continue reading 2 New Iambic Poems