Author Archives: urbansonnets

Set piece: Red air, pinkish sink, rose aura,and she walks in and the curtains quiverfrom a fan that we can’t see, but Doratakes a moment to chill, and you shiver:She’s stunning, eh? A real nymph on the screen, and she reaches for a cup from the po… Continue reading →

The pinwheel spins, spins, reels and haunts my dreams /They’re coming out of the huddle, my team /”Pinwheel,” I hear in a voice that’s like screamsfrom a realm unreal to the touch like steam: It’s dark in here, and I can’t feel withoutmy sense of … Continue reading →

My scarf is so cheap, but it gets respect,since people only deal with appearance;I am guilty too, and these words reflectmy belief that my scarf was on clearance:At Shades Plus in Providence, Rhode Island, where every trifle feels so damn timeless… Continue reading →

I haven’t really taken time to think,but the truth flashes before me like lightsthat are blinking when the streets are a sink,holding the used glassware of unwashed nights:You pull the plug to drain the water out, but there’s a kernel of corn in t… Continue reading →

If you see a cloud of dirt splash up fromthe earth, please know that a fresh breeze passed through,with a humid air and a gentle drum,wafting fresh vigor over plants anew:Please know that this wind is my hasty verse, steeped in the dewy essence of… Continue reading →

I resolve to learn French–that way I cancommunicate with most of the peoplein these Americas, from Belmopánto Belmont, MA, from root to steeple:I’m of the earth and of man, and I wantto reflect this with a wide-eyed vision, with a four-forked to… Continue reading →

I had a dream that this vision would last,and I’ll do anything to realize itwithin these watchful hours, which pastwill be wakes in the course of my eyesight:The lights were still shining, and the wind was peeling off my skin into snowflakes stirr… Continue reading →

Feet not quite suspended, my mind is freeof all evil, except that which wraps roundit, in the air, in swarms, from which I flee–the social feelings of a mind unsound:I flow like a dream current, stream current, rippling around the firmaments as t… Continue reading →

To say that vision is fleeting is tomiss the point, to swipe the deck with your tongue,to hear the sounds of a dead man come to,to predict newness in songs well past sung:This isn’t a critique– it’s confession; I bear my soul just like anyone els… Continue reading →