Fragments from the Gone World

  [Poem] XXVII Simonides of Keos inventor of the art of memory said that painting is silent poetry and poetry is painting that speaks. He knew the true poet’s wish: to make a poem whose images speak to so many people that its words live on forever. But forever is...

The Selected Poems of Wang Wei

I was first introduced to the poems of Wang Wei by my friend and fellow poet, George Kalamaras, when he mentioned that Wang Wei was his favorite Chinese poet in a poetry reading at the Village Lights Bookstore.   George, who is the Poet Laureate of Indiana, also...

Vanity, All Is Vanity

[Poem] Sometimes I want to be like Wang Wei or any other Chinese poet silent on a cold mountain top looking down on corrupt civilization and the brutality of all species struggling to live out their days feeding on others. Sometimes I want to be like Bruce Wayne with...

Resurrection and Ascension

[Poem]                    After reading the morning news Such properties as these do make me funk. I shall go outside and become one with ducks, who must for now remain invisible, even though they seem indivisible from my poor twisted psyche today in a world full of...