For today, a poem written 17 years ago and published 8 years ago, 10 years after the events that sparked the thoughts leading to the poem: SKIMINO I see him standing in his field, rough hands wrapped round the handle of his hoe, watching the army march down the Williamsburg Road. He hears the fifers’ … More SKIMINO
WHERE DOES THE CHILD SLEEP TONIGHT? Where does the old man sleep tonight? In his stately home on a quiet street, away from the city’s noise, and the stress of governing, of calculating returns on investments, profit margins and collateral damage. Where does the young girl sleep tonight? In her mother’s arms in the desert … More Where Does the Child Sleep Tonight?
THANK YOU, KARL AND FRIEDRICH Lost in the intricacies of capital, I put poetry aside for nearly a year. The struggle to find right words or the rhythmic flow of a line no longer seemed to matter if the result could not be used to batter down oligarchy’s gates. My own words weighed like a … More What I’ve Been Doing for Much of the Past Year
Many thanks to The Root Studio in Columbia, MD for the wonderful open mic last night, at which I was the featured reader. What a great setting in which to share my work! The video from the first half of the evening is here. Faye McRay, of Root Studio, introduces me around 54:30. I’m on … More Music and Poetry at The Root Studio
TO THE SOJOURNER ON THE SUBWAY CAR Because… I read the sign you held slack at your side as you walked past me in the car. I thought of my son and what might happen to him if he had no one to whom to turn. I was reading Marx. You were a stranger in … More To the Sojourner on the Subway Car
At this February’s Wilde Readings (in Columbia, MD), I read two poems set in family history, each written 15 or more years ago, and each of which I had not read publicly in over five years: “Cypress Boards” and “John and Harriett, 1837.” Each takes a bit of explanation to fully set the scene, which … More Family History, Old Poems, and Wilde Readings