On The Eve Of Kafkaesque Travels
To resolve a bizzare problem, self will be traversing longitudes and latitudes over the course of next week. So kind readers, send self a mental godspeed, so that he may return and resume his writerly duties soon after.
My Daily Notes
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One Or Two Words
Suntaxis: Particles of dust one
sees journeying inside
Morning sunlight streaming
Into a dark room.
Also Greek for syntax:
to combine, to arrange.
Astynax: Opposite of syntax, As spelt by me?
No. Young son of
Hector and Andromache
Killed by the conquering
Greeks.
For Monica Mody, whose assegai (a Berber spear) made me dust the dictionary.
My Poems
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An After-Wedding Poem
…two poplar trees to shiver outside her window, a noise she can sleep against, sleeping trees and sleeping roofs that she grew up with in the east end of Toronto… ~ Michael Ondaatje in “The English Patient”
Under maples, in that season When they lay their golden hands over Anyone who passes underneath,
You two stand, holding hands As if you were just about to waltz Into an upward spiral of time.
I wasn’t present, and yet after These many days when I see Your faces, beatific & beautiful,
The ruby red, the white lilies, Light falling on upturned faces, Something comes loose within:
I bend over to kiss again This ever-miraculous earth!
For H.K & J.K
My Poems
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