Poets and other lesser prophets pretend to perceive personality and other anthropoid properties in you. Crow, inside your eyes, I know this poetic pretension is a prevarication. Descendant of dinosaurs too deft not to persevere in the cacophonous repercussions of that colossal bolide’s prodigious plunge, your ancestors scrutinized with petulant patience our impetuous ascent while […]
May 16, 2012
My father was a liar – is a liar – and he wanted – wants – to please people, to tell a good story, to be Irish, to make life easier. I can’t say – I don’t know – if he ever got what he wanted out of lying, but, once I figured out he […]
April 1, 2012
I wrote another poem. You can listen to it here. I think this poetic uprising of late is driven by the realization that I can record a reading of the poem and share it instantly. It’s helped me find the fun in poetry again. It’s also reminded me that a good measure of play acting […]
March 23, 2012
I wrote another poem. Either Spring is in the air or I’m drinking just the right amount of wine. If you saw this tweet the other day sterlinglynch Mar 21, 9:51pm via Web I went for chicken and wine and came home with wine, cheese, and a poem. This is the poem I was talking about. Listen […]
September 10, 2010
Empire. The insect – flying, striking, crawling – can’t see the barrier, can’t understand it. Instead, it feels it over and over again. and suddenly, unexpectedly, strangely, my heart goes out to it. There’s a metaphor here I’m sure. I can feel it but can’t see it, hear it, but can’t write it. So, I […]
February 12, 2010
Two Solitudes Your body as an idea in my mind: translucent, transparent, transfigurable. Every nuance is parsed; Every possibility is probed; Every measure is proportioned; And my analysis – my analysis is penetrating. Behind these eyes, Your body is made spirit. Behind these eyes, Your spirit is perfected. Behind these eyes, Your body, spirit, and […]
May 29, 2012
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