e c l e c t i c a p o e t r y
And in your dream I announced myself,
a small voice from amidst pink-blanket-
I wished mounds of wild he chose
precision planned and walled
The swallows forego Capistrano,
cheeks loaded with mud.
All I Remember About Sunday School
What I wanted had nothing
to do with the privilege
of being included
by his maple eye
Why Women Like Cross Words
A clumsy little hummingbird you are
just hanging in the air,
waiting for the flower to come to you.
You're young, far too stupid to be in love, and treat your feelings like a traveling saleman, ignoring their knocks.
At 12 it seemed like paradise
As I patrolled my city block
Bombed flat ten years before
Michael David Coffey
Bruno tried to mount Vannah again today.
Never mind that he's been dehorned,
What strange angel
tears the wings from baser things
still guided by a light
Red is the color of our nights,
Carol La Foret
Pick me out from the produce
Discriminating that you are
Lili C. Love
The child came into the world with a nuclear bomb
Hanging like a mobile over his head.
Thousand Star Hotel, Hanoi
a Vietnamese opera where life is mostly
happy, not opulent for sure and it takes a war
or typhoon to introduce epic scale tragedy.
S. K. Kelen