Youmans (pronounced like 'yeoman' with an 's' added)
is the best-kept secret among contemporary American writers.
--John Wilson, editor, Books and Culture

Monday, June 08, 2009

New poems at "Mezzo Cammin"




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Here are some bites from four of my poems, up at the new issue of poet Kim Bridgford's "Mezzo Cammin," one of my very favorite online magazines. To see more, go here.

IN THE SHADOW OF THE JASMINE

Until I ran along the banks of death, / Stumbling, cutting my feet, calling your name, /And there I glimpsed the shade of you, not torn / In pieces by mad terror's strike . . . To think,

THE ELDER RACE

They had a flair for fountain-smithery / So that the tears flew up in joy like drops / Ascending to a realm of peace, to stand / Prismatic--as if magical--on air

THE STONE COURT

I didn't meet the terror's lightning-strike / Jag-necked Medusa whom the painters praise / With heads that show a severed life can prick / Its serpent hair to hissing, howl the mouth

THAT WHICH SNATCHES

They'll shriek the dawn awake and howl for flesh, / Heraldic frights so ignorant of evil / They could be us--so ignorant, so free. / On branches in the bleeding wood of souls,