I who have so deceived myself
seeing what could only be imagined
Cannot I not then also deceive myself
into believing I am happy again?

The Prisoner’s Got Class

Today I wore black and white stripes to school

the t-shirt of a fledgling jailbird.

I tardily took my seat as they closed the door

and smiled the coy smile of one who has confirmed herself to be

properly dressed for an occasion.

Yellow gorse
the smell of coconut
a bunny in the grass
waiting for me to pass
Unmoving and still
except for his twitching nose
Perhaps he thinks himself
successfully camouflaged or else
he must be exceedingly brave
or exceedingly foolish
Boldly, he holds my gaze
until, smiling, I depart on my way

Smoke in Your Lungs

You have perverted that symbol of life, breath,

contaminated it with the prospect of death

and behind grey fog you like to hide

a face contemplating slow suicide.


– E

The Book Collector

The stack of books never ceases to grow

I gaze fondly upon the titles

like one admiring wall art.

Inside one of them, Derek Walcott whispers

that the rustle of tree leaves is a lament

for all the pages of unread books.

This too has become white noise.

I have given over collecting images and ideas

for the satiating vision of prospective knowledge

–the promise of a tomorrow in which those vessels

will unleash all of their finely bound secrets.


– E


Ode to a Duckling

How the roaring waters part at your mighty water paw

How your wet coat gleams in the valiant sunlight

How your razor jaw cleaves the helpless greens

No heart may lie still in the breasts of men at the mere sight of you

What a fearsome beast is the Duckling

Sunny disposition

I smiled at a passerby
because the sun was out today
and I was like a ray of light
shining on all upon my way
Warmth on my skin
still warmer in my chest
Yes, it was a good day
for heaven to have blessed

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