top of page


I once observed a man

turn down a drink

with a careful wave

and a too-sincere

“I’ve fought my way out before;”

and he shall again.

If it weren’t that I, too

have embattled golden calves

and slid my hands upward along them,

brought to bear my reflection

in the golden navel,

I might have forgiven him.

Even all my renegades

round the flame that

snaps into unclouded skies,

at least they, flickering,

are not yet maimed.

Disappear instead, into drink and dress

and ride your mare

to the wilderness.

This is courage.

“And the brave among them face death,

when they do,

for fear of great evils?”


Were I a hoplite with a golden shield

I’d forged from my mistakes,

and a mighty field

of fairground pleasures

arrayed before me

raised their spears,

I’d dance and dance and drink my fill

of blood, of wine, of fear, of skill.

Recent Posts

See All

that Beauty

that beauty shadows on the grass moon; hand; dance come alive, remember you, remembered reborn, we cannot sleep dreams have no answer but deep, close to the heart they say be seen, dream with one anot

A Secret

The sun someday will be love again. The mountain someday will be sand. The land in the end will begin again, and flowers grow out of its hand. I remembered an ancient poem, held under the tongue of a

thunder gunshot revelry

I'm looking for the medicine, love. Haven't you seen it here? The fronds quiver and the sun whispers. But I'm looking for the medicine; my belly is empty. And haven't you seen it there? It has a name


bottom of page