how can you say goodbye to all
your kindred at once? sometimes
the emotion must be sung, be
sounded darkly. this time it is
someone in proximity, another
glass broken, one in whose clear
chamber you held this liquid to
the light, as if answers could be
held that way. her words must
keep moving, tongue of fire, will
not pause for you, lick of the blade –
Friday, January 30, 2009
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
The tomb within the green rise of earth
is the pregnant belly of the goddess,
where the newly dead are sown
to be born back to the sun.
Note: This poem was partly inspired by John Grigsby's book 'Beowulf and Grendel', and samples some words from it.
Monday, January 19, 2009
Some more publication news just in: Mark Young will be publishing two of my things (some prose vignettes entitled Seven Concentrations, and a short poem called faulty) in issue 12 of otoliths, which for my money is one of the web's premier experimental text/art journals, featuring poetry, vispo, prose, visuals and other forms of madness.
I also had a couple of poems featured in issue 9. Thanks to Mark for finding room for my work.
Saturday, January 10, 2009
Just received word from Bernard Alain that three of my poems (I will not carry, Mid-city meditation and For Edwin) will feature in the next edition of The Cartier Street Review.
I recommend checking out the poems and articles in the journal's archives - there's some great stuff.