Tumbleweed

Here and there, it’s misnamed brush, the earth’s unstuck grey hair, the tangled tumbleweed; and when it slips the comb to roam the deserts it has robbed of rains, it makes a kind of hiss – and emphasizes emptiness – the comedy for me’s in thinking that without coyote's ear to hear perhaps there is …

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Genius

Stand too straight and tall they’ll lop off your head speak the truth too loud they’ll shoot you down dead no, the real trick is rather to work behind the scene at most a court jester or in waiting to the queen not a front runner, no not some bigshot indeed or every man’s your …

Sweet Boy

Not even his mother would listen You could see she was sore afraid the wrong people might hear, she said and surely they’d be betrayed (fed to a lion, simply for tryin’) Could it be any worse, he said than the life we have here now? They own the land; they own the seed. What …

Les Gueules Cassées

Fifteen thousand shattered faces result of trench warfare that protected bodies but left jaws and skulls vulnerable. Oh, the 1915 helmets kept many alive but post-Versailles peace found them so misshappen – these survivors of Passchendaele, Verdun, Ypres – that children ran away at the sight of their “broken mugs” and before that? oh, read …

Further Auguries

I have seen the light Been baptized by the rains Tasted coffee and tea And all the toasted grains Smelt the dog rose And the freesia Felt floods of memory Great as cataracts Down the hills And the fear of amnesia Plus ten thousand Other ills Heard the drunkard's laugh The gossip's chaff And I …