so excited to have a new dystopian poem forthcoming in this issue of POETRY Magazine.
Two poems of mime were featured today on “And Other Poems.” Thank you to Josephine Corcoran
I Heard the Sparrows Aging
I heard the sparrows aging
a devouring call
a broken spring, there, turning.
a sputtering of what sounds like keys
the lost just within a-reach
Tenants of the past nearly a-hold
Oh, the horse and the rapture;
The horsefly and the rupture.
to a sleepy pungent
a beautied terror
a backward giving
and the rain coughing…
Let the gutter turn operatic.
I will sing of the heart
(previously published in Forklift, Ohio, Spring 2015)
It’s Nice To Be Understood, Right?
we would sing,
in moments odd and
I discouraged the fear
I faced the thrilled heartless
that stranger faring fine
I gloss for you; I do,
and I, too, please the remnants.
See, all my remnant loves.
I want to kiss this freely.
Scent it into shape.
What tangle of…
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Here are some copies of the second printing of my #MadMen inspired “Don Dreams And I Dream”. Get yours, here
Jon Snow Is Mine
and this is not about the line of duty,
but the bloodline within the heart.
In love, there is a bleeding over,
a letting out, or letting in.
Let me in on this, Snow, for six feet from the heart
is better than six feet below.
Below this un-handed world,
life is a myth: words are re-imagined
into a rigorous tease and a learned dark.
You know, there is more blast, here, in the heart.
My world is strange enough with its ifs and its elses
The eager Wild is what awards us.
The musted love that anews.
Don’t let the tender, doom.
(c)Umansky 2014Follow @lady_bronte
After a fabulous, LIVE FROM NYPL I got to meet Matthew Weiner, and I kid you not, a dream came true. #bestcomplimentever #madmen #dondreamsandidream
The Love Crusade
There is always a path strewn with side-posts.
I am collecting the road markers and the highway attractions.
I hurdle over the death troughs and the broken bones,
but I am tired of clearing the path.
I will not conquer.
I will not slay.
I will not lie.
I am largehearted,
but not large.
(c) Umansky 2015