on writing

staring at bleached sheets
crossed with blue
parallels cannot summon
conjugations to spell
what blood will not spill
a clothbound journal
of indian design
letters from london
notes for a novel
endeavored through
blood and tears
rape and epiphany
a canvas black for
images that bind me
halfway to dawn
the pen unceasing
blue-black ink
replaces sanguine scarlet
life reduced
to letters aggrandized
catalyst for memory
when the mind fails
or future muses beckon
the past to reconcile
a dam released
a channel opened
so much to say
and so few pages
tattooed permanence
the past remembered

* * *


3 poems ~1994-1995
image via Frederic Guillory


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