Numinous Childhood

From Childhood to Eternity Those eyes, still so fresh with the dew of youth, Will see things no poet’s pen could ever entrap; Noble Mexican tapestries, French vineyards of olden silk, Azure domains, verdant realms, celestial weaves, Waves without ships or men, races of a thousand hues, Greeks, Kurds, Quechuan and the ancestors of man….

Dear Mother Landfill

    The sun that hides behind the snaking fumes, the woods that sleep beyond the mounds so hideous, and the very sky somewhere above; none of them know where the football is buried. Fernando – don’t tell anyone watching him, but yesterday was his 11th birthday – digs his hand into the rubbish that…

Love in the Meander

  The embrace of the future Deposits warmth.   A future generation adores you And you feel the cymbal of immortality.   That love is like space and time Meandering, interweaving, mysterious.   A child hugs what you’ve always been And you feel what you will always be.   In the eyes of that embrace:…

Poems to a Libyan Girl

Letter   Across the funereal waters, Somewhere amidst death’s booming nightlife, You hide away in stolen happiness Not knowing that purpose My purpose Stalks you like a voyeurish jinn.   Kidnapped back to the home Where you always wanted to be Yet never wanted to see I can see your smile of crescent mischief Light-up…

The Heir of Holocaust

The past is a foreign country – when we travel to it we remember what shouldn’t be forgotten. This is a short-story set around the time of the Carthaginian holocaust at the hands of the Romans. A potential Part I to a full-fledged novel. What do you think – does it have potential to blossom…