In memory of Kevin Cohen
Thirteen days, I thought about the window
And where it looked out into a wooded garden,
Flowers arranged wild like dabs of paint
Beneath a sagely oak; the gentle shade,
The yellow darkness
Had seeped in to the minister’s sermon,
We were swept up by summer rain, his sepia
Fear growing as I scorned the pulpit,
The centerpiece, the [...]
One evening, across an ocean, you turned to me with your lips lined with thought. I could not hear those last words, watching in mute horror as the marble stole into your eyes and traversed your face, down your neck and over your body, your legs, to your arms raised in silent farewell. [...]
marble eyes weeping heavenwards
from this fountain of youth
where copper prayers flicker off, on, in
innocent shallows,
and night after night, when all the world’s
in sweet respite, Hope stumbles to
vacant gardens and barren fields
and resurrects the damned.
it was an easy star that fell
in the lavender fountain of youth…
enough lavender and youth to always take the breath away
even with [...]