A cloud
is suffocating
the splintered island
Groves of umbrellas
folded into deserted beachfronts
smothered
by ashes of Armenian children
burned alive by the same state of repudiation
stabbing
unhealed wounds [Read more…]
A cloud
is suffocating
the splintered island
Groves of umbrellas
folded into deserted beachfronts
smothered
by ashes of Armenian children
burned alive by the same state of repudiation
stabbing
unhealed wounds [Read more…]
Lovers
still visit Aphrodite’s Rock
Swim
three times around
the birthplace of Venus
in hopes they might return
holding the sand of lifetimes
cupped between hands [Read more…]
The headless human
is a jackass
sinking kleptocratic teeth
into veins
A comicstrip
stripping the naked
from truth [Read more…]
Nothing is sacred
not even the deceased
Final offerings
from beloved families and friends
looted
Bones carted away
names rubbed into dust [Read more…]
Containers of commerce
anchored offshore
shipped from port to port
Transported by semi trucks
to the empty warehouses of consumers
Who defecate the final product
out to sea [Read more…]
The Greek gods
have been evicted from Olympus
The financial crisis
is a mythological boulder
Sisyphus can’t keep from rolling downhill
into red
[Read more…]
A mother
is polishing a pair of boots with tears
Packing a duffle bag
with the camouflaged clothing of war
A ritual
as old as history
lost in the fog of parades [Read more…]
Old man
when I was mirror
you shattered me
You reached out for my hand
and found slivered fingers
[Read more…]
We turn down numerous invitations
worked into iron
Pass by countless welcome signs
dangling knobs
Miss openings
because eyes
are easily seduced by signs [Read more…]
Shot
through the hand by poetry
24 year old Rimbaud
left one season in hell for another
The alchemist of words
sailed by drunken boat
across Mediterranean
In Cyprus
he exchanged ink and paper
for shovel and pick
overseeing the deconstruction
of mountains into
governor’s mansion [Read more…]
By Ishmael von Heidrick-Barnes
What’s Worse
(For Gottfried Benn)
Your quiet room
gutted by businessmen
because sledgehammers
are more profitable than literature
[Read more…]
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