Umbriate Press Poetry

Poetry Posts

  • For What It Is Worth

    Dreary morning Gives light to Drearier night A certain mood Clinging or dripping From the moon Like a natalist Scream in remembrance Of it all at the end Read more

  • Seminal Autobiography

    Old     unschooled Manic beyond reproach The pen is my scorpion      The rock under which it lives is my Goliath David is dead Read more

  • Obit # 1

    The roaming wood Wonders over the man Flesh to earth  Bone to root  Blood to dew When the wind whistles through his soul The kudzu wraps around the neck Chokes the canopy   The weakest part And fells the body before the seed can drop Read more

  • Hitomaro to his wife Yosami

    It has been too long I wade into battle shackled by regret The Demon’s Tongue I gathered for you Our last night together Does it still sting your thighs With thoughts of my hands Floating toward your dreams? Demon’s Tongue is a flower known for its strong but pleasant scent and forked petals, often a… Read more

  • Yosami (wife to Hitomaro)

    Yosami (wife to Hitomaro)

    Whenever I think of you I see the muddy waters of The wandering Ionamo River Sweep over your ghostly smile As your body floats away To meet the horizon Read more

  • Morning Like Any Other

    The well sits empty Near the shed in ashes As the transformational grammar Of seasons snakes along A bewildered meaning Portending sense of nonsense By any exegetic measure A world whose beauty  Condemns it to death. Read more