In Some Thing Called Western Civilization – A Poem

Twenty-four years come midnight. Reflecting on some forty that left the day before, across the world. God knows, One would hope. Vapid, televised, white paint running. It once mattered to, with a drop of sadness, believe in nothing. What nostalgia for weeping in these times of concrete slabs that crush us bearing selfish, despairing grins. Engraved manifestos. … Continue reading In Some Thing Called Western Civilization – A Poem

Cathedral, 1950, Dimensions Unconfirmed – A Poem

Cathedral, 1950, Dimensions Unconfirmed  after Norman Lewis Painted black before itself like the portraits you used to make before the war, before you learned quickly that the world would not grow sick of itself so easily; you had to fog the mirror to show what was really there. Looking in a blood stained glass window of a dawn that makes the night drip. See we … Continue reading Cathedral, 1950, Dimensions Unconfirmed – A Poem