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Eveningsong

Eveningsong Slim sun-edged thumb Of Roman brick Umbered, undone This late valley dozing Under a late spring sun You still want what will not last Still before the blue At evening, sound, come * (this poem originally appeared in Oxford’s halfcircle poetry journal, Issue 2) Advertisements

The presence of air

Without my having noticed Something Had changed Not that I could leave But could no longer stay Inside the small A glimpse, overheard Perfect my death word    

Heimweh

My contribution to Anke Becker’s “Heimweh” project has at long last finally arrived..thank you for reading

Pleasure’s wreath no flower

Pleasure’s wreath no flower What time we had most Likely wasted & no way Now of getting back Afternoon adagio Into evening as the ever August into wine Straw burned winds warm Azalea, oleander & ruin * (this poem first appeared in Oxford’s halfcircle poetry journal, Issue 2)

fernweh

Thankfully my own contribution to my good friend Anke Becker’s project Fernweh has finally arrived to her in distant Nebraska…I urge you to also take a moment to view her own work

Leaving a year of snow

I don’t know when, or how, only that in a strange city one April I awoke to snow and understood my old life had unceremoniously taken leave. On a street, abandoned to the whiteout to come, I saw, if that is how things were, and it unquestionably was, I would similarly and ruthlessly have to […]

Sandro Penna, 2013 Year of Italian Culture

One of Alexander Booth’s translations of Italian poet Sandro Penna (1906 Perugia – 1977 Rome) was recently used in the Washington, D.C. public transportation system together with a photograph by Bianca Sforni as part of the 2013 Year of Italian Culture. A collection of those photographs and translations also appears in bookform, entitled Next Stop: […]