divinity poetry war

The Maid of Orléans

in the twelfth year

of her peasant girl existence

Joan of Arc

saw god before her eyes

asking her to wage war

for the good of France

to rescue her people from their strife

she believed

she swayed a king

she kissed her sword

she kicked some ass

she achieved the impossible

she paid with her burning life

she became a saint at 20

her ending irrelevant as smoke rise

the point is

she had the courage

to stand

and fucking fight


(written for Manny Feuerberg)

battle fiction poetry

bloody sword

bloody sword

hearts unfurled

he was

my Agincourt

art Europe history love poetry



it is a failing

of my English


but some men

have an enticing way

of looking

like a war

worth losing.

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The Inevitability of Cherry Blossoms

“Every mile is two in winter.” – George Herbert



has a way…

of making atheists

of Englishmen,

country folk,

and poets.


It’s as though

they have forgotten

their prayers

and the inevitability

of cherry blossoms.

poetry Uncategorized

for ira lightman

i have a friend named ira
who lives so far away from me

he is the only other man on earth, save my maternal grandfather, whom i’ve ever known named ira

he initially found a place in my heart for this reason…

he has a lovely wife and two beautiful boys, well tended to

one of his sons bears my father’s name, so i adored him a bit more upon the finding out, making him oddly familiar

he is british, as so much of my genetic material is

he makes me a colonist

however, all of this is of no consequence

he exists within a would five hours ahead of me

he challenges me intellectually, spurs me to create as he asks pertinent questions and draws such lovely pictures

spurns me to write the poems we will never be

he creates brilliance while claiming his soul has nothing to give

he causes me to write poetry

a revolution to my mind

i wrote this poem
for a man a world away

i wrote this poem for a man
who is aptly named

how he wishes for me to punctuate

this is my exclamation

i wrote this poem
for ira lightman