Nicanor Parra: There is a happy day / Hay un día feliz
I went wandering this afternoon
The lonely streets of my village
Accompanied by the good twilight
Which is the only friend I have left.
Michael Simms: America
Beside the highway outside McKeesport PA
a state trooper has pulled over a black man
who leans against his rusty Ford
palms flat, feet apart
assuming the position
as we say in America
Michael Simms: Thinking of the Rapture at Castriota Metals and Recycling
frying pans fence posts
whole bags of rusty nails
even shoes hanging by
the metal aglets
at the tips of their laces
Michael Simms: Jubilate
Now I shall praise our dog Josie
the bodhisattva of our household
the perfect embodiment
of devotion, always present
in spontaneous awe
Michael Simms: Strange Meadowlark
years later jazz, a free communal experience
embodying love, saved me just as poetry saved me
Michael Simms: A Cowboy in the Chapel of Bones
Where I come from
it’s bad manners to speak of death
except in dead metaphors.
Michael Simms: The Talon Trilogy is Complete!
Dear Friends,
Just want to let you know that The Blessed Isle, the third volume in The Talon Trilogy, is available for pre-order. The books can be read as stand alone novels, or as a sequence.
Michael Simms: Waterfall
In Chatham Woods near our house
a spring bursts
from a hillside and falls
into a rocky pool
Michael Simms: Two Summer Songs
I can’t help but be in love
with the blissful light of lemonade at noon
And gazpacho in the evening
a slice of lime hanging by its wound
Michael Simms: Imperfect
My native tongue doesn’t allow
the imperfect tense, so it’s difficult
to say how something might used
to happen but no more.
Michael Simms: Politics as a Spiritual Practice
Those of us who wish to follow a spiritual path cannot ignore the malevolent policies of our government.
Laure-Anne Bosselaar and Michael Simms: Zoom Reading
Please join us today, Saturday May 18, 11amPDT, 2pmEDT for a Poetry Reading by Laure-Anne Bosselaar and Michael Simms
Michael Simms: Leaving Walden
Is it true the distance between atoms
is proportionate to the distance between stars
and the world we know is mostly empty space?
Michael Simms: A Commentary on the Saga of Milon Redshield
By Tatatungia the witch, known as The Wanderer, visiting the court of Queen Oleanna Vth