It’s not over yet. Vaccines and Biden-Harris are still a glimmer. We have but a few seconds left to shift life around, and portents from this 2008 piece still apply.
Another noisy gathering on the quai today. I drifted in, one of many uncertain birds, to see what was passing. First glance showed the form of any demonstration, in any city, but according to a banner it was….
June 6, 2004 When again the darkness has swallowed the sun, You carry a pain like cancer. Who would speak of playmates now? Perhaps we should. Though your depths were often profound and dark, Your soul would spring away once more, Higher and lighter than mine, And you would dance above me Like an Angel, … Continue reading When Again The Darkness Has Swallowed The Sun
June 27, 2006 Terroir is a study of heat that stifles and scorches the ground, Which itself in each inimitable meter Is a building of minerals and brown death From which the vine roots draw its hopeless Signature in the first new form of blood, Pressing full on each round membrane. And when the searing … Continue reading Terroir
June, 2008 The Auberge on the bend of the road, before the bridge. Seen in visions. Finally found. I had always thought the recurring vision was a portent of my death by car wreck. In a way it was. Earlier I had passed the carcass of a burnt-out car, abandoned to the ditch. I said … Continue reading Car Wreck Averted
May 9, 2009 I almost ground to a stiff and aging halt for you. I had come to my knees and then collapsed further. Face down, locking arthritically to the ground, My remaining movement was of one eye, Regarding my heart. And there I saw the remaining ember Of the old heat. So on that … Continue reading Almost Halted