The Archive
Poems, essays and stories from the first iExile, restored with their original titles and writers, year by year, oldest first.
2013
June in September
It happened one time One Friday in June The night was the day The morning the…
MOMENTUM
Let's talk from where you are
In silence and at once.
Don't be afraid of distanceMasquerade
Faceless Flaws
That line in place
Nowhere to escapeDrunk, Sinking
I once drank wine so sweet
My heart sighed, filled, replete
Happily the town drunkEpoch
Allow me to breathe your last breath
as a still born
unknowing youClose your Eyes
You close your eyes, look at the ground
Where the clowns sprinkled the clouds with glitter
Your ears are keen, head on her moundThe last chance, we rigged
America the beautiful,
at night &
in the hi-def tv. setSilence of the Books
And still, cameras or no cameras,
even libraries close.
As the P.A. system announces fifteen minutes to closing,After a while
I used to love an animal of habit
a woman, a man, a child
myselfThe Visage
I saw a face, you see
This face I saw today
It dwelt in yesterdayUnraped
Allow me the pain of a mortal
don't remove the street sign, the crosswalk to the other curb,
the mortgage or the ungrazable lawn of the pearly gatesREMEMBERANCE
With your name called
I could touch the sky,
Remember daysTwo Dreams
The dreams are swift, she leaps, lands, throws her skirt
In bed adrift, unconsciously alert
I shut my eyes, I don’t cease to liveThe Corn and the Thief
Happy birthday to the unborn
I have blue shoes, new, never worn
The anniversary of disbeliefFor Margaret
Today my heart ached
However, no, I did not cry
I was pleased to knowThe Chase
I saw a girl, I met her gaze
And her eyes smiled, dazzle, daze, haze
I want her child -- was shut my caseCorny Thievery and Wit
To spend my ink on my ilk
Proves to be quite a daunting task
To not error in my speechRavenous
I don’t know this man – never met Ray, yet…
He knows me; I know him
I don’t have a wife – her name is BabetteThe Ballad of the Man Who Was Once a King
Once upon a time
Succumbing to beauty was a man’s undoing
No longer his primeAnd then… silence
And I died a little bit more.
Fascinating how you can keep on dying even when there’s no more life left in you.
And she was moved by nothing else but the crushing weightlessness of her wants.