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….

Carnival of the Dead

Carnival of the Dead Today is the dawn of an old winter. Death, so friendly and chatty, descends Like a pregnant ash cloud to kiss the roofs of our mouths. A carnival of life mocks the dead, Their dancing further burying the black corpses Until their remains lie so far buried That we are allowed…

Silhouettes on the Sea

On Sea   The word hovers in the lilting air It sucks in all meaning into itself. Ravenous, greedy, a vacuum crunching up all life All so it can devour all meaning. To cannibalise it, for meaning is also a word, And strip away that universe of connotation Until all something is rendered nothing. The…

Triptych of Fading Pleasure

  Pleasure’s Fading Shadow     The child does not know the man So as the fig does not know the fig tree. And if the child knows the daybreak The man knows only the dusk.   The cold shoulder of passing years Casts a veil of black silk over the nine muses. What you…

A Poetic Foundation

  The poetic foundation of a new novel…     I   That one embrace, Arms clasped Fingers entwined; That lasts lifetimes.   Mine’s and yours. If only I knew it then.   II   I would forsake the tides of history To guarantee your happiness: And I will. But quickly, before the clouds Veil…

Poems Shedding Time

Time Lapse   A city of dread, chiming hearts, cherubs in PVC, The day rolls on and the sky is shorn. To truth we rove, to truth we strive, To mourning we dive and celebrate; Like tail-less lizards across the nocturne.   There are gods welded into truth. And truth is the forge of gods….

War and Happiness

    Jacques’ Wake   They throw Jacques into the wet ground, His boyish body a frightful mound. He had survived the quake But the hurricane claimed him In its wake; Now the stars claim a new name Immortality shall never tame.   They throw Jacques into the wet ground, And the village echoes with…

Travelling Companions

    What Follows, Leads   At your feet your soul pants for breath, The view groans in fog but the silence is given heart.   Nothing is doleful, nothing is betrayed, As the muzzle stows away between the palm of your hands.   A landscape fades away like the sound of distant bells; Be…

Three Odes, Three Dishes

Ode to Pho   Among the market stalls You lunged towards me Like an octopus in the deep dark, Among the market stalls, A universe of complexity Yet still a singularity; From this bowl, It all bangs outwards.   Foaming like the sea, A primordial broth, Made by hands that In your caress Have forgotten…

Ghazals of Wanting and Discarding

  I   If I am meant to be here, why was I born elsewhere? The bird is a messenger so fleet of wing, that delivers a creed No friend could deliver.   Drinking myself to hell, I feel the feathers of a solar system unborn. No God made me, and I shall be my…