Bitter Poems

Naked Pocahontas cartwheels between sheaves of meadow grass and half truth history Little wanton Matoaka Turns twelve Within the rough-cut walls of sixteen eight Tobacco men of Jamestown elbow through blue smoke pulling on their blackened pipes grin dirty white to see...

îmi amintesc de tine doar cînd dorm cu genele pline de nesomn (plutire) I recall you asleep with lashes heavy of awake (floating) *** By PUIU JIPA: floating (translation by dana neacsu; visual calin georgescu)

In the dark heart of Rome a saint burns brightly by the fire Diocletian thought he knew what to do with Christian dogs. He was a humble man with good intentions not knowing they...

after a final sip the master crushed his favorite cup bid each honored guest farewell retreated to the garden to rend from flesh undying essence   sever the shadow of the moon...

  Two waitress’s at IHOP talk vaccinations between Swedish pancakes and Denver omletts. Talk about their kids... what ails them now, while walking platters, scraping change and worn dollar bills into no...

#Hill and #Bernie sitting in the #Times First comes small type on the Front Page. Then comes article on Page Twenty Three. Then comes #Bubba Sucking his thumb, Wetting his pants, Doing the...

oh memory childhood illusion behind what synapse the aroma of smoldering autumn fire suburban side roads softly gauzed in smoky light children’s saturday voices rising from yards family raked weekend chored to the status...

bum feet street-beat wise sunk in banged up shoes previously dumpster swiped lean hobo soled holed haloed covered in foot funk sock stink grime   no blue suede shoes snappy tassel loafers…   gamy high-top sneakers here retro Corso’s weary worn down creased re-knotted raced in hiked trod...

swirling banner wind whipped color coded a field of stars a row of stripes remembering when freedom found a country to plant its perfect flag upon made a promise we pledge with our hearts to...

I go outside to drink a bottle of beer the air harsher than the moon up there doesn’t come down the cigarette has its...

we could have conquered cities but we stayed behind in the dark alleys among passionate kisses among Earl Grey teas we could have invented pasts but we died as...

some twenty flights up enhanced by the light softly pooled on the surface of her shameless picture window’s glow she glides like a tropical fish behind glass slowly dancing...

nightscapes   in deepest night long after the roads have fallen into slumber I go out and paint them awake again with the headlights on my green jalopy. *** BY NEIL...

my life's greatest butterfly fell suddenly with his broken wings of blood crumbled he could have fallen the next day as any decent angel but...