Milieu (poem)

    Milieu   You like and you don’t like Thin chances but first to subtract aplomb A fellow’s duty done Subtract an unobstructed view and brace Like Dr. Bellows dressed In oilskins, your slumbering other self Can’t help but help Be national interviewee miked and lensed Smooth criminal’s aileron roll on hurricane winds A […]

Haunt of Thieves: part four

  Haunt of Thieves Part Four   Ravens hear the trembling gong’s alarm Harbinger of rolling earth Far away as yet but coming near (Birds of the air may take to flight Men and cities cannot do) Souls they carry heavenward, on each feather tip The lost descends to touch in parting A temple of […]

Haunt of Thieves: part three

  Haunt of Thieves Part Three   Only now the river Bedhokan She whose flowing waters Gain in strength and claim (For there is no answer to her whim; in their season the iron clouds will rain) A goddess’s Authority to shape the land She cannot in her course be checked by laws Of warring […]

Haunt of Thieves: part two

  Haunt of Thieves Part Two   A stranger to Gafeidda, Bitter-hearted refugee who mistrusts this tale And tells the Shepherd, “They are thieves, to be sure. Friends of yours. You the dog and they the vultures; theirs no sanctified nest, no god’s dwelling-place defiled. Nor will you let me Know your name (your belief […]

The Lengthy Story (poem)

    The Lengthy Story   A traveler who for an empty purse Casts danger as she must, in its most lifelike role This predator will wear its tightest clothes As a speck on a zooming sedan’s horizon Best she dart into scrub and vanish She does They are so many of them alone Their […]

Haunt of Thieves: part one

A refugee from apocalyptic war comes to a desolated country, where the only escape from the sport of its occupiers — who will hunt him with dogs — is a mountain pass, the haunt of thieves… They kill and plunder in their own right. Gafeidda debates his chances with the Shepherd, but cannot bring himself […]

Plain and Ugly Terms: tenth German Spy

  The Folly The German Spy     Plain and Ugly Terms   Now I never smile That, Fiona, brings the flicker of one your own (I saw) Ah— But in plain and ugly terms…in simplicity, of course, why lie? We are measuring ourselves as we are Those mortal remains of mine stretch wide Flesh […]

Tired of Yourself (poem)

Posted by ractrose on 13 Aug 2018 in Art, Poems

    Tired of Yourself   I think you get tired of yourself If you don’t, start The tea leaves haven’t got a plan to let you know You know it’s nothing to a tea leaf Patterning itself in broken flecks of hope Likelier having a cosmic joke Nothing to the flight of birds in […]

The Big House (poem)

Posted by ractrose on 11 Aug 2018 in Art, Poems

    The Big House   The sunset of the day seems Exudaceous copper neon Comes between cloudbank between cloudbank Warning with no celestial conviction Promising without wherewithal Where, these days, does earth promise other than eviction The day just past has passed on the other side Suppose it had been the first of January […]

Now to Steal (poem)

Posted by ractrose on 6 Aug 2018 in Art, Poems

    Now to Steal  His legatees can’t feel In the moment they are disowned Can’t themselves waste-binned A thread of white tape unwound from the screws A stain sinking iron back to intimacy For a heaven’s afternoon in unfilled pockets Of its first home   There has only been A daughter’s daughter Lightly settled […]