Author Archives: Gesture Press

down below in the swamp far from the clouds’ reflection in the lake without the aid of sun or any medicine far even from the pale light of stars I am still agile and in good spirits born with the … Continue reading →

Raise high the roof beam carpenters Open wide the city gates Let those once turned away now enter Welcome the ones who are seeking shelter Who has the right to sanctuary? Who is pure enough to stand in a holy … Continue reading →

not merely words for discord what makes the other rich the good old days again verseless penniless in debt til we die kicked out of paradise immersed in hard labour not glib and not sentimental daring not to encrypt ourselves … Continue reading →

We make him famous, with our busy mouths, this man who is more servant than bruised leader, petrified, tangled in his own lines, leaving the reporters cooling their heels. As for me, my lips won’t be sealed in service to … Continue reading →

It’s what you’d do, tempt fate to console her Except you’re busted, her hope’s crushed Caught without the elixir of money Both marching on into the dark We persist in eating and sleeping While rulers write off our identities Invest … Continue reading →

the summer pond is mystical, in winter not merely stone when light slants in a certain way, at a particular time on a particular day, then something happens: an uncertainty wilder than one imagined

the ambiguous pattern of Escher’s tessellated sky shifting, translating, turning about an axis he researches his poems by reading the daily news his perceptual art proudly insincere in its categories of disappearance simulated poetic thinking one more mark in an … Continue reading →

their lights have been left on so we can see how empty are their offices plants soon to be watered by people they will never meet in this towering cathedral of glass and steel the weave of metal roof beams … Continue reading →

from his own blue id in the instant that he sings out his melody we find a bridge a bandage for an injured ego then a bold opening to the sun not only for someone else but for his own … Continue reading →

in the zone of avoidance poetry is our sidereal instrument measuring the major and minor streets of the pinwheeling galaxy of our own city dust clouds the milky way, starlight scatters the view beyond our own dwarf galaxy obstructed if … Continue reading →