Women Singing
You, your all Is in your giving, Your wisdom In the brass veins Of your voice. To touch you Is to shiver In a field of yesterdays With women singing This is how I have loved, Their voices melting In a cauldron Of blacksmith fire. With milk then They give of their children, Their songs […]
Tranquility
Still now, her hand, Ghost white in moonlight, Smooth as alabaster. Silver as angels’ wings, the pharmaceutical foil. Serene, at last, her face Washed clean Of clouds and rain. Dee Rimbaud was born in Glasgow and lived there until he was fourteen. Since then he has lived in many places, but recently returned to the […]
Flyology
Flyology Ada Lovelace was Lord Byron’s daughter & writer of the first computer program And so I, student of proportion, set to the task of wings, tracing the bodies of gliding birds from the inside out. Their long ossifications curve like a harp’s neck, and my fingertips redden, knowing before I do that music and […]
Copernicus
At seventy, he avoids any brush with derision by nearing death after the first printing of his book. Who would believe him anyway? If the Earth spun on its axis, sped round Helios— the astounding new center of the Universe— then a ball tossed into the air would not fall back into one’s hands, but […]
The Alien Ruins
What does it say of the aliens’ gait that they left a planet riddled with stairways that never resolve into an easy walk for us. Four steps too short, then one that requires a lift and a scramble; the pattern repeats wherever there are stairs, which is everywhere throughout the planet. How many limbs did […]
