Ashes Tossed to Wind
There will come the day when the ashes tossed to wind are mine. Pick a day of heavy breeze, I would …
Tag Archives: Poetry:Will Kirkland
Walking Through Spain, A Villanelle
Walking Through Spain, A Villanelle Walking through Spain on knotted, riven knees toes soaked in pain backs bent to the …
First Love
First Love for José Angel Valente You were my first …
Your Mother Loved My Poems
Your mother loved my poems. That’s a killer, she would say. Her knees grew weak Her voice in smoke dark …
Blue Squadrons Pounding In From the Sea
All who despair should come to this place where silence inflates in wave after wave, where regiments of glass are …
I Texted My Dad Today
I texted my dad today ten years dead. Dad, I wrote, they’re boating the bay heeled over hard, and wet. …
Chinese Cooking
I had a Chinese girlfriend once. Her mother was an opera singer – of the other kind. She always seemed …
Empathy: The Rules
Empathy like its sisters, gravity and light, with us from eternity, is subject to the rule of inverse squares, such …
A First Birthday
At 4:01 in the morning I awake, exactly 58 years of life on earth and this the first that …
Waiting
I am standing, waiting for a bird to breathe. The loudest noise is of shadows leaping leaves. The colors are …
I Fell From A Bike Today
I fell from a bike today, hard. At sixty eight, four feet seems not so far until whacked by gravity …
Judgment Day
I’m getting ready for my day of judgment approaching breath by breath. Preparing in the sunlight, fog or sleet, preparing …