Poems that eschew ornamentation as they locate the fierce, uncompromising truths of the human spirit.
The sun blazes in silence
for there is no one to speak to
like the sun. The men sit
under it, bored, filled
with inferiorities and resentments
which they turn toward the blue onyx
of the sky, sending up planes
in defiance, whipping the air,
but nothing is said, for the sun
leaves behind its own contempt:
darkness and cold.
© BOA Editions, Ltd. 1998