I Woke One Day and Was a Man I’d wondered what it would be like to be a stranger in a body rented from God, cargo damaged more each day. I thought being a man would mean freedom to go wherever I wanted, do whatever I liked to do, not bound by the long leash […]
Category: The Dead
Gwisin at Seoraksan
An hour in autumn– alone yet not I saw a stretch of centuries, people, forms I’d been that made me what I am today– sad for what fights to spite death but cannot win pushing against a tide of joy and pain— Listen, the last cicada singing in a twisted pine chanting the past and […]
Toward Samhain, for Shawn Morrissey
It would be a lie to say I have no sorrow for the dead I sing to them To steady heart and head. Sorrow, a boy forsaken Sleeps no doubt In the quiet of my bed He cannot be mistaken. Rising to the early light To torpor I awaken, I care for him His Sadness […]
