Poetry

The Last Glimpse

The Last Glimpse

                                    RW 1967-2009

       

The Myrtle Grove

The Myrtle Grove

Dover

Dover

Crash, Trance, Winter

Crash, Trance, Winter

The Rorschach snow is muddy
and fuzzily replete
with footprints void of gender.
The crazy-angled sleet
repudiates geometry
and dissipates the heat
that car and car engender
when violently they meet.

Biography of a Sword

Biography of a Sword

Librarian of Buenos Aires

Librarian of Buenos Aires

Diary of a Tourist

Diary of a Tourist

             Connaught Place Market, New Delhi

Some Days Are Grimmer Than the Rest

Some Days Are Grimmer Than the Rest


                   for my son, Wade (1963-1993)

Driving Home from the Retirement Party

Driving Home from the Retirement Party

Prayer for the Virtuous Pagans

Prayer for the Virtuous Pagans

My Lord, let me begin with David Miller
whose eldest son is now a pillar
of your temple and your priest,
whose younger sons are struggling with the Beast.
Let David behold your face.

And Lord I pray for my own father,
pray too for my little brother,
my sisters and my mother
who lack your sacramental grace.
May all my heathen kin behold your face.

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