Category Archives: Poetry

Scythians   In a skin tent Covered with furs She’s been abducted by Scythians To be their deity and Is quite pleased with the situation She says I can visit her but When I return to my world It will … Continue reading →

Reunion   At the reunion We’re all in the courtyard Holding our drinks And then there’s Heather Standing in front of me Hey, it’s Heather I say Heather’s dead a girl says spitefully But it doesn’t seem to bother Heather

Statue   One night the house of the alchemist Burns to the ground and he disappears   Only I know about the secret basement I sneak to the still smoking ruins Uncover the trap door and go down   There’s … Continue reading →

The Cheerleader’s Conversation (To Mr. Yan)   Cruel to you? You’re the one that’s always Saying such nasty things About me   Oh, like you know anything Anything at all   Does she know? What’s she wearing? No kidding Is … Continue reading →

Fall   Fall back in ecstasy before these women you desire Let their will take the place of your reason Perverse geniuses altogether adorable and excitable Natural temptations desirable calamities Ambassadors of narcotic intrigue Spouses of a single night Ladies … Continue reading →

Well Understood   Interest and admiration Be it well understood Attracting and baffling Privileges and casualties Not clearly accounted for The myriad representations Of a very unwelcome kind All slippery sloping Across your surface Do I have knowledge of that … Continue reading →

On this bed lies the Idol, The sovereign queen of dreams But how did she get here? Who brought her? What magic power set her on this Throne of reverie and voluptuousness? What difference does it make? Here she is … Continue reading →

After Alcman   To hear the voices Of girls singing the lovely song They lead me toward the dancing ground Where they toss their yellow hair And soft feet dance With desire that loosens limbs But more meltingly than sleep … Continue reading →

This time of year a lot of "poets" are "inspired" to write a lot of really crappy poems about spring. It’s nice to know that a great poem can actually be written on the subject. This is from Stephen Mitchell’s … Continue reading →

For she herself is conspicuous, As if one set among the herds, A strong horse with thundering hooves, A champion from dreams in caves   – Alcman, Partheneion