By Ishmael von Heidrick-Barnes
LIVING WITH THE GODS
Didn’t know
I arrived
because I never left Olympus
No need for words
when the mouth is full of baclava from Damascus
dried apricots and cinnamon
aged in oak casks
I am too busy floating
above the candelabra of Cedars
lost in Trojan gold sunlight
going down on sea
I have given my voice
to African songbirds
my thoughts
stitched into the silk
carpets of Saharan winds
I don’t miss the ground
that vanished inside jasmine’s white incense
There is no thirst
when the fountain is full
The gods would banish me
if I threw prose
in the Muse’s face
while she’s still whispering in my ears
Ishmael von Heidrick-Barnes was born and raised in San Diego, California. He attended Herbert Hoover High School and went on to study Religion and Theology at the University of San Diego. His book Intimate Geography, published by Ragged Sky Press, won the 2012 San Diego Book Award for Poetry. Ish, as he is known, has also written lyrics for German musicians Andrea Hörkens and Thomas Roderburg (Tender Art).
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