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Saturday, January 30, 2016
At A Recent Poetry Reading, Where I Attempt The Vulcan Mind Meld With The Dead Poet, Czeslaw Milosz
Vying for my attention
another poet cries,
“Try not to look at me.”
as she models her black bribe.
To which I reply,
"You are a garden I dare not enter
a rusted gate
glumly rigged."
...
I must awaken my taste.
My mood is blind.
...
They come in the night
with empty buckets
to take the land
assault my knowing
with malodorous cues.
...
Idle reality
impales hope
to a tree
where
not even
the
crow
can gloat.
...
Have faith, child
The World is naive.
Feed it a few gluten-free animal crackers.
Feed it a few gluten-free animal crackers.
From Poem Hunter: Czeslaw Milosz, Polish poet, prose writer and translator of Lithuanian origin and subsequent American citizenship. His World War II-era sequence The World is a collection of 20 "naive" poems. He defected to the West in 1951, and his nonfiction book "The Captive Mind" (1953) is a classic of anti-Stalinism. From 1961 to 1998 he was a professor of Slavic Languages and Literatures at the University of California, Berkeley. In 1980, he was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature.
Saturday, December 5, 2015
Friday, November 6, 2015
Tuesday, September 29, 2015
Spirit Mana
in the gentle trade winds
in the grunt of the wild
boar, the high-pitched mating call of the coqui.
I see them
in the blood moon
the double rainbow
in the mist against the folding
emerald cliffs of the Ko'olau.
I taste them
in the freshly caught pan fried mahi-mahi
a tropical papaya
tangy mango.
I smell them in
the white gardenia
the orange blossoms
the plumeria I place behind my ear.
I feel them buzzing
my ankles
scurrying sideways in the white sand
between the sharp coral
in the gentle rain.
They watch as I wait for you to return safely.
They watch the dogs chase
after wild chickens
the koi feed on fat
mosquitos.
The bullfrogs sing.
They watch
They accept.
They smile.
They
are here with me
the
‘Aumakua, guardian ancestors
rooted
in the past, the first of their generations.
Thursday, September 3, 2015
Saturday, August 1, 2015
Intimate Moments
I feel your
saliva dripping onto my big toe
as you lean
up against me and belch.
I rub your
neck,
massage
behind your ears
staring at
the Ko'olau Mountains
breathing
in the pink Plumeria blossoms
as we both
listen to the caw, caw, caw,
of Petey
the Peacock
perched on
the neighbor's roof.
Thursdays
are special
in our datebook.
Me
climbing
ladders,
shaving
coconut palms with my chainsaw
trimming
the Be-Still bushes,
training
them into a hedge.
You
inspecting
the heap
smelling
the fallen coconuts
and then
chasing the cooing doves
feasting on
your forgotten dinner.
Me
stuffing green
bins with yard waste.
You
ears back
standing on
the wall behind the fence
as the
giant yellow truck
swallows
their contents and burps,
farting
around the bend.
We fit
you and me.
You
sniffing and
alert.
Me
smearing citronella
leaves
on my arms,
your butt, and our legs
shielding
us from the mosquitos at dusk,
while relaxing
at the fire pit,
listening
to KCCN Hawaiian 105.9.
Both of us,
still
frisky
unleashed
in
paradise.
Saturday, June 27, 2015
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