Author Archives: urbansonnets

I’m closing in on an open verger;I can already taste the fruit on trees,can hear the birds sing amidst the verduredo-re-mis floating in the gentle breeze:I must stay awhile here if I’m to write the epic of my blood, the manifestmovements of my peo… Continue reading →

Just as catastrophe incarnateI tremble, throbbing and boiling inside,with flesh so putrid I have to scorn it,and a fallow vision to redivide:I’d take water and air over flame, earth; I’d take blue or grey over the blue tip,since the gamut is every… Continue reading →

I am the monstrous villain of the sea,and I sing to myself so happily;I sing across the trade winds crypticallyin hope that ancient seafarers hear me:From the Ivory Coast to the Petén, I recite from my entrails into waves,chant from the dreamseat … Continue reading →

I am the monstrous villain of the seaand I am bleeding on the ocean floor,for my veins reunite not one but threeraces of man: the devil, rich and poor:To put it in other terms, I am dead. There is no movement in the lonely flowsof currents and bri… Continue reading →

I am the monstrous villain of the seaon earth, and my birth was long prophesied by those with a mind to make historyconform to their strictures as memory:I woke to the smell of rocks, the color of blood, mixed with chalk, poured down impassiveagai… Continue reading →

The deep, dark paths of foreign steps unwindbefore the eyes and hand of a dreamerwho is not welcome here, despite his mindor heart, his art, mores or demeanor:But yet the path unfolds through the mountains, heading down from the monastic center,an… Continue reading →

In my underwater dream, mermaids flowedto flute, harpsichord and violin swings,moving tails and hands holding shells that glowedin the crisp blue – mother of living things:I heard the harpsichord sound the deepest – its fusion of tension and percu… Continue reading →

When the running man was finally played out,they all continued to stand there, rappingtheir fingers against the blue and yellowtiles on the wall, lit up by the magic:I was outside, trying to get inside, and I tapped at the door, as the cold airmad… Continue reading →

I’m holding a banana in my hand,a bright gold one, shading toward natal red, a strange bitter fruit, ripped from fertile land -I hold it in my heart and in my head:The peel pulls back like a pair of scissors before the coming cut – the blades are … Continue reading →