Poetry Told by the Long Rain

Well into the early 1940s the star honked into the evening newspapers. The actor employing a repertoire, including poet, buffoon, and wandering Jew finally plays the peasant mutt submissive to the belly.

I Get By

Back in the practice room, our drinking space for the night, after I had another drink poured for me, I was taken aback to hear a loud Russian pop song come gurgling out of some desktop speakers.

The First Homo-Sapiens Migrate to Europe

They told stories walking up from jungles and dead-dry deserts into the great dense of Europe, deciduous green, earth beaten by unknown animals. No doubt, when the night cooled or the forest stretched into a plainless horizon, the oldest spoke of desert stars,

Night Time on the Small Balcony

Night time on the small balcony of a Moscow apartment we could see the lights of the Kremlin it doesn’t look like the capital of communism it looks more like some place they’d make chocolate

Exile: A Diptych

Perhaps when time rewrites its script a wild-eyed child oblivious to the sting of life’s maanja will chase the kite’s forlorn flight surfing in the windy void...

Canada Poems

We are surrounded by grey steel rising from auto plants smoke bleeding with the clouds like two sides of a breath and concrete everywhere concrete like a courtesan