The Resistance I never knew what they really felt how they survived the one world we shared across layers of fear and indifference never grasped the bold grip of hatred that sears the eye and numbs the mind of the last shreds of decency never expected that the good would outlast all this in a … Read more
Black Vulture You loom at Madzharovo then at Bosilovo roost at Kalanjevo. Black pilgrim cowl of the air crossing these skies, come, we are prone and torn, numbed, expecting your news. https://soundcloud.com/cassandra-voices/2020-04-13-t02-23-01pm-benkeatinge Cormorants at Dojran Lake The fisher Christs are drying their wings a great white pelican gawps and gives a wide September yawn a … Read more
I watched the flamed sky as the earth rolled back and made it seem like the sun had set. ‘When I was just a little girl…’ I remember waiting for the dark to start as we sat in the car at the drive-in cinema. My mother loved Doris Day. Strange business on earth all the … Read more
Even the color of my skin belies who I really am. Always on the outside looking in . . . even with my own kin. Blonde and blue-eyed born into a brown world, I came to see myself through their eyes, their skin, their pain. White woman brown heart, I am. I didn’t understand … Read more
One fine day all this will burn Strange but true The blue woods of Oregon Silver snakes of her rivers Her dark lakes gone like steam Something will come A hammer at high noon To stove in this huge porcelain egg of a world Our hopes were only ever The white wisps of clouds Full … Read more
No soy yo quien atraviesa estos valles prendidos de ocres, ni este el tren que me lleva de un lugar a otro lugar. La tierra se retuerce mostrando sus costuras y de las balsas de agua emana un vapor sin voz. Los túneles construyen el paisaje con su lenguaje de fronteras. En el vidrio reflejado, … Read more
_ I thought that I would read the beginning _ Of the last gospel, but _ The book fell open at The beginning of the first, my thoughts misdeeming _ What I needed to write this poem, _ But the book satisfying them. _ My intention was to write about _ A father and a … Read more
Nightfalls. Creatures are on the move, Leaping, dancing, diving, digging, loving that’s the art of living, that’s the art of dying. Machines are slowing down Cars, trains, ships, aeroplanes I’m coming in now to land, from all those names the Pacific, the Wild Atlantic way, the Mediterranean, the Indian and Arctic Oceans the South China … Read more
Once I had finished it I didn’t understand my own poem, so how could you? There had been a moment when, possessed by a sort of deftness, I had made choices about matters such as line length but now all that had left me. I was confused. The intriguing question is what path led me … Read more
Gimel/Retribue servo tuo O do well unto thy servant Vincible world, I see blown blossom hurled with the crumpled rooks before May’s impertinent, spooky breezes; newly-dressed branches rattled already before counter-prevalent and centrifuge gusts. Vincible earth, no stranger to kenosis, then; it’s what you do. I can’t arrive at saying it. I’m lip-deep in the … Read more