Tag Archives: Urban Sonnets

Hot nights trickle across time breathlessly, especially when people isolate and put themselves on islands, hopelessly putting their faith in dreams that can’t create: This is the divide: between vision and decision, between sight and mind or skill… Continue reading →

The salamander’s thickness makes it seemmore interested in the festivitiesthan is possible. And two women screamwhen it slides into frame with its slimed ease:An amphibian, yes, in a new world of saltless seas of ice and of bottles,it adjusts to t… Continue reading →

Whatever my complexes, I am here,standing at the brink of something blessèdthat I cannot yet see, describe or hear,but I sense its draft wafting up, placid:More loyal than I realized, I’ve returned to this same lucid garden that was killed,and I f… Continue reading →

Aww, look at the poor pious boy shake his headin agreement with the benevolenttreatment of his master: the day-old bread,the fattiest part, and a bloodline rent:Have I been this boy? Yes, but not by choice; and though my blood flows ripped as if r… Continue reading →

My project is so silent, so silent:to confound and confabulate raceswith a single multiple stroke, violentagainst coterminous culture spaces:To delimit the nature is to cutaway the off-putting mess of nature; you can have your dream and happiness,… Continue reading →

I find meaning in the eyes that look outlike exhaust in the air, flapping like curves,moving like the vicissitudes of doubt,seeing little, and bending ’round like curbs:Somehow, though, people miss the point in me, which has always been to face up… Continue reading →

What more could I ask for in this long lifebut a healthy portion of fresh patience?While the world turns I post up, fragrant, rifewith silence, in the vortex of passions:From the terroir of three thousand rosebuds I grew strong, bold, sweet and th… Continue reading →