Poetry
Pedigree
Pedigree All that we depend on comes from our name. We had it all; now, with nothing to gain, Our blessings are counted, fallen to shame. Without ever knowing from where we came, (Long have we forgotten this mark of Cain) All that we depend on comes from our name. Our parents, the glory, black … Read more
Middle Passage
Middle Passage They lost me in the water And they are wretched Wretched souls In the bubbly water It laughs At its own Cleverness At its own Deception Even fish Play its games And die beneath All of me They’d have taken all of me And used me for their starbound dreams Never truly known … Read more
Haarlem Reborn, Prelude: The Book of Love
Prelude The Book of Love I With the lights dimmed low, the time is now and prophets, blind, grip the mic with both hands, and pour the waves into the crowds, windblown from the noise; they are the Poets now, I’m still in love, deeper in the sultry bar, there we were, abandoned of the … Read more
Reparations
Reparations Penance precedes like pennies falling on the sidewalk to a wishing pool: copper hazel sparkles underneath a filmy dream the bonds held back tucked and safe buried with the rest and births anew the tenderness left behind Oh dear, won’t you come in out of the rain Copyright © 2009 by Ivan Lett
Gitano
Gitano Waiting for the sunset Between the muraled stones The dog at her feet And her Gitano, bless him, throwing bread to the hungry pigeons on the sidewalk. She has little else And wants for less. God bless them all. Copyright © 2009 by Ivan Lett