Poetry

North—north— the wind like a wolf-whistle, white and whistling, north—north— the night of the north flares like a blue-black banner of frost. O cold…

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In memoriam: Shelley

2014.09.18-2025.07.02

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I. In the high pampas, where the dust rides the horse’s flanks like flame,

May 6 •

O you demons of the emerald lie, you petrochemical priests of the lawn, you keepers of suburban Hell — I raise my voice, not in prayer, but in fire. You…

Apr 24 •

Čovječija Ribica

Beneath the world of men—of suns and seasons, Down where time lies coiled in dark corridors, In the deep womb of the earth, where waters Wind like…

Sep 30, 2024 •

Man the Butcher

True story about a man and a dog, set in verse

Sep 28, 2024 •

The Iron Dominion

A vast and cold dominion rises where once the earth breathed free, An empire forged of iron, indifferent as the void, Spreading its blackened shadow…

Sep 19, 2024 •

My Translation into Italian of "Original Sin" by Robinson Jeffers

Peccato Originale

Jun 2, 2023 •

Sitting in a pew at Chiesa di Santa Maria Maggiore of Trieste I was approached by a man haggard-looking, thin, in tattered clothes, and with a three-day…

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