Chard deNiord: Lizard, An Exegesis as Love Letter
So when you woke, there I was in my Sunday best as a funny little guy with a complex tongue and stunted legs who spoke the double truth.
Chard deNiord: Checklist
the red coal an angel places on the tongue like a treat
Chard deNiord: Last Goodbye in the Time of Corona
The darkness arrived without your voice
or touch, my love, and yet I heard
your voice and felt your hand in mine.
Chard deNiord: The Music of Being
Hold a hazelnut up to your eyes
as a lens for seeing through,
then wake to a katydid and say its name.
Chard deNiord: Open Letter to the President from a Citizen, August 21, 2019
I write to you, Mr. President, from inside
the cell in which you’ve locked the country
with ICE.
Chard deNiord: I stand beneath the mountain with an illiterate heart
The darkness of my sacred ignorance enlightens me.
Chard deNiord: Dispatch from Gaia
Mother’s cawing, “You must do what seems impossible now,
but you’ve done it before.”
Chard DeNiord: In my Unknowing
Oh taste and see. –Psalm 34, 8 . I was driving through the fields of Heaven when I realized I was still on Earth, because Earth was all I had … Continue reading
Chard DeNiord: At Auden’s Grave, September 1, 2016
“We must love one another or die.” — W.H. Auden What caused you to think it was a lie, Old Master—that either/or that gave you pause in “September 1, … Continue reading
Chard deNiord: Herr President
Ringed with a scum of chicken-necked bosses he toys with the tributes of half-men. — From “The Stalin Epigram” by Osip Mandelstam Have you no sense of decency, sir?— Joseph … Continue reading
Chard deNiord: Prophecy Against Those
They will grow ass’s ears and stand and stand like guards at the funerals of their own mothers. They will forget history as if it were a bad memory they … Continue reading
Chard deNiord: Where And How Blood Was Made
Her son’s dreadful bodies, buried by that mass, drenched the Earth with streams of blood, and they say she warmed it to new life, so that a trace of her … Continue reading
Chard deNiord: Poetry
The secret I have no say in keeping is safe with me and everyone else who sees himself in the space between the stars. How to tell what can’t … Continue reading
Chard De Niord: The media continue to play into the terrorists’ hands
There are millions of Muslims who find the terrorist attacks in Paris and elsewhere reprehensible and antithetical to Islam. I heard a French Muslim, who is also a town official, … Continue reading →