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Monthly Archives: October 2020
Glider
A very free translation from the Irish. I drive north into hill country, the hard breast of the hills; the car straining over the slopes, yielding to the inexorable authority of the gears. The way is difficult, the weather uncertain, … Continue reading
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To Whomever
I catch glimpses of it here and there; The sea plays peek-a-boo between the hills. When I climb a brow, full blueness sets in, So wide, its curved surface seems Straight as a taut string. From afar, the sea is … Continue reading
Just Another Night
Just another night in the sleepless city. The call came in around midnight – cheap hotel, Lower East Side, dead female. The uniforms kept the other residents at bay, as me and my partner, Detective Gennaro, looked at the body … Continue reading
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Chaos
Complete disorder; confusion ; anarchy; randomness; formless matter before creation of universe; greek god Chaos- the first created being giving birth to primeval gods. The idea is that the flapping of a butterfly’s wings in Argentina could cause a tornado … Continue reading
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I have never loved
I have never loved. I missed the early childhood class That should have shown the ropes Of losing myself in another. No caresses or kisses No loving warm words Just the icy indifference Of parental duty. I do not cry … Continue reading
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By the Ganges
The priest sits on the edge of the water His saffron robe wrapped around him against the chill of dawn. He waits for the sunrise to wash the sky with orange. He murmurs his mantra, his amber eyes fixed on … Continue reading
Ode To Winter
There Was time When we would Look in the sky Breath into the air Take in smells from the ground Look up see, tree branches spread And Feel freshness from the skyline Accept the coolness of wind, the snow Now … Continue reading