Category Archives: Poems
The hornet knocks its head against the hard glass, Flowers bright and friendly on the far frame, Still and sullen air, and screams, on this side. “Kill it! Kill it!” she cries (as against the curtain it caroms), Motioning to me to arm myself with a magazine. Waving the issue before me, I waver: Evolved from millions of pairings for this ending? “It will sting you!” she says, but I am already stung: Trembling, I press it against the pane with Time.
The Curse of Crna Gora
History on his head He wore a black mountain kapa Black border, red blood center, white war braid Black for Kosovo Polje, swarming with Turks Red for Kosovo Polje, bleeding his fathers’ blood White for the wars and the strength of his cause A millenium halved in war A mountaineer in love with hate A warrior from Crna Gora Italians had swarmed over the border Had stolen the capitol of Cetinje Now he guides his men for the black mountain “A friend can cross the karst in 6 hours, a […]