We are the only beings intelligent enough to drug ourselves, poison our food, wear synthetic shoes, stay indoors, and breathe foul, recycled air. Poor birds! Poor animals! Poor dumb creatures everywhere! March 22, 2021 Canvas 990 August 6, 2017 . The Finger Sketches The finger sketches. The thumb hums along. Suddenly the thumb stops. What is wrong? The finger stretches. Is it the palm? The breath catches. The mind fetches. […]
It’s still too cold for a barefoot walk through the wet grass. And yet I’m tempted. Let it be a short walk, across the yard and back. Hands on one of the broad limbs of the fig tree, I listen to the neighbor’s firs creaking in the wind. Lines; grooves; the pigmentation of aged but youthful skin. It’s not that I’m afraid to let go; it’s the earth’s grounding force […]
whiter this year cherry blossoms in my beard Recently Banned Literature, March 22, 2017 . [ 1053 ]
between juniper and pine / I find / nothing / of mine / needs saving March 18, 2021 Canvas 865 March 28, 2017 . [ 1052 ]
Cold water morning — no bluff — not even death. March 17, 2021 . [ 1051 ]
Snow on the lilac — my mother has already forgotten that day. Poems, Slightly Used, April 27, 2008 . [ 1050 ]
how serious I am / is a laugh / away March 15, 2021 Canvas 860 March 15, 2017 . [ 1049 ]
old shovel from the farm / still loves / to look / for worms March 14, 2021 . [ 1048 ]
cherry blossoms and my tea which never will stay warm Recently Banned Literature, March 23, 2017 . [ 1047 ]
Let us not explain everything, that we may not explain ourselves away, into meaninglessness, or superficiality, which is far worse. . A Faraway Town Between the rows beside the mounds above the tombs he knows so well, the tombs so dark, the tombs so cool, that pull him down and bend him ’round one frayed shoelace at a time, one copper-colored eyelet, a faraway town (without any news) where no […]
William Michaelian 