Originally published in the Owen Wister Review, Spring 2010
There is a wall of constellated stars,
a fortification built by strange pre-cosmic colonists.
Originally published in the Open Window Review issue 2.
Came Christ the tiger.
–T.S. Eliot, “Gerontion”
When in youth I hunted, the tiger
I tracked was not so much the prize
as was the tiger of youth inside–
to tame his reckless strength to valiance.
My brief poem, “At Valley of the Gods, UT” is fortunate to appear in the summer issue of Gyroscope Review. Look for it on page 28!
and all of the fine and enjoyable poetry featured by the editors Constance Brewer and Kathleen Cassen Mickelson.
I’m honored to find the two-liner “Poplar Applause” right at the front of the issue.
I’ve seen a black sand beach
stranger than any foreign world
where King Poseidon draped in seaweed
once walked upon the Earth–
a black sand beach where steel-colored waves
wash up to shining, ashen stones
nested beneath charcoal plateaus that break out
all over in lime green leaves.