EXCERPTS

#3
I came to know him,
living
like an h incarcerated in the honey of his bees,
but the bars of honey were bittersweet,
and because
he lost himself
in love with liberation,
and because he did not abandon
his love nor she her lover,
the earth for him
is a hurricane of persecuted stars,
since liberation cannot
love anyone
except whoever loves
the earth, with its sun and sky.

#8
the promised land
is
a grassy star
that does not
plead
with the heavens
is
a crow
that does not
elude
the hour of its eloquent death

paperback /ISBN 978-0-915306-78-7 / $9.95 / Ordering Information

Curbstone Press is supported in part by: