Urbania Walking through the city, I heard a rooster, crowing from the gatepost of a house hidden from the road; waves slipping down from dark rocks; the crunch of gravel under booted feet behind me, even though I was alone, and unshod; an auctioneer's patter from a magpie; a mother calling to a lost pet, here …
NaPoWriMo 09 – day 23
Matadora Did you think I would run? I can admire your strength without feeling weak. You are only hide and bone, after all. A frame to embroider with symbols and emblems, a small death to conquer again. Shall I garland your neck with blood roses? Come, kneel at my feet, fetish. You are vessel, you …
NaPoWriMo 09 – day 22
Bride She was halfway to the church, and late. Waiting at another railway crossing, the train flashing past ticketty-tak, ticketty-tak, the faces turning her way, fingers pointing, though what they could make out under all the froth and tulle ... well. The cake she'd made herself, to save money, and iced yesterday, singing a silly lovey-dove …
WS Merwin wins the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry
Just came across the announcement. I haven't read The Shadow of Sirius yet, so it's another one to add to my list. He's been one of my favourite American poets for quite a while. Ever since I read "Place" in Bill Moyers' anthology The Language of Life (a book that I recommend very highly). Then …
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NaPoWriMo 09 – day 21
Blues for an Old Photograph Girl, if you knew what was coming, you'd flee. Girl, I know you will suffer and grieve, and curl on the floor like a witchetty grub, and bleed. Young. You are young, and strong – you're strong. Just never enough, or for long. Cross your arms on your chest – that's …
A Dark Feathered Art 