The Archive
Poems, essays and stories from the first iExile, restored with their original titles and writers, year by year, oldest first.
2013
Close 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. setDREAM ON
In Romania I grew up in one had no choice but to live inside; of himself that is. Freedom was…
Silence 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
myselfMOTHER
Summer wasn’t there yet but that day the air smelled hot and sticky. The traffic was congested…
The 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.Thanks, Giving Turkey
A special day for us all
Yet, o turkey, poor, poor turkey
You’d rather yourself recalledIncubus
Ask me not what I think of you
My dark tongue could desecrate your pupils
Time breathes, time heals, and time knifes your scruplesSnow in the Summer
In her spring I met her
Loved her in her summer
Her leaves didn’t see falling