Goražde
who will give colour to joe sacco’s black & white cartoons of goražde safe haven – & who will go there is it needed are the people safe? when will the mist shrouds on the mountains give up their secrets…
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Poems
As of October 2011, I’d posted over three hundred poems on this site, including many sonnets and search poems, as well as numerous poems that didn’t make it into chapbooks such as Abendland and Morgenland. I then ceased posting poems here, choosing instead to distribute them via my poem of the week newsletter. Then I stopped doing that too. Every now and then I post a poem here … but not as often as I’d like.
Fast Flowing Rivers
symbolic of our electrical impulse simple swift & filled with dreams fast flowing rivers sweep away all these tedious fears & expectations & dump them at a delta somewhere marry them with saltwater tears then disappear forever rivers flood the…
Infa Riot
here the stencil art seems more restrained or better placed (my favourite so far a do the right thing image: chuck swastikas in the bin but then there’s the rifles silhouetted soldier slogans like ‘make your own world’ these meanings…
Belgrade Wakes Up
day broke inexorably over the sunshine cobbles over the old habsburg plaza over the electric trolley buses over the coffee grounds in the cup over the roma woman shooshed away over the music store over rat svetova over mikhail bulgakov;…
Koala Strawberries
For Keiji (again), I compose a few lines. It’s useless. Iíll never be a haiku writer. My destiny lies amid the Cyrillic paperbacks, apartment blocks & spines of books Iíll never read or pay to have published. If we are…
Da!
the hotel bedsprings creak with her free rhythm haiku – it is morning it is night this weekend in sofia thousands of people are making love wearing out the beds the floors the sheets the sounds of lovers penetrate thick…
Oh Bulgaria
oh bulgaria! what has money done to you no one here has change girls & striptease club posters make us all less human oh bulgaria! your elevators have doors to trick foreigners pretty girls in miniskirts keep our change as…
Sofia Dogs
Like me they cannot speak of a Slavic memory, or Soviet tanks, so they bark all night along the streets of Sofia. The echo is empty, like the cobbled lanes beneath the abandoned Palaces of Culture, Science & Agriculture. Dreams…
Dublin Gulls
singing the ocean that was
