Umbriate Press Poetry

Poetry Posts

  • Hokusai Morning

    Hokusai Morning

    Sullen captive Unmoored In this conspicuous World-like real All day staring at Hokusai staring at Fuji and the Barefooted girl Letting the horizon Unbeckoned touch Her wilting eyes Read more

  • As children we would sing

    As children we would sing

    As children we would singThe Valley of the Vanishing WindsWhen alone or with othersWho shared our loneliness.The first line would steal our voices,The second our breath,The third made clearLife was no longer an option. Read more

  • I am Forest

    I am Forest

    …of myself inward never lost yet no path leads out but the crude metaphor of obscur silence seems to fit exactly like a lost shoe. Read more

  • Written to the voice of Thomas Wolfe in someone else’s head

    Written to the voice of Thomas Wolfe in someone else’s head

    Slow to live I am that unnamable Walking the long road Of that metaphor Of the old car across the street All through and every season Still there—time of distaste As an invitation to repeat deception This feeling only known As unimaginably real As that old car Slow to live and still there. Read more

  • Emptied

    Emptied

    My love is so tender When you stroke me with the smooth of your fingers I begin to bleed. My love I am the footprints from which your lifting feet step toward sorrow. Read more

  • 3 Meditations on Fear

    3 Meditations on Fear

    a slate moon: fear drips night rain into the open mouth of a parched lust a still-born poppy sleeps in seed, blinks in the wind as though breathing when the vines of the Brahma universe first encircled her thighs her body uttered sweat through fear of touch Read more