Published on January 11th, 2010 by Malachi
Just as I have done in recent years, I went yesterday to hear some poet friends read their work locally at Seventy Bay, a new Staten Island art-location that we broke in for those great “Art By The Ferry” shows last summer, and now –I am glad to see– seems to be [...]
keep reading »Published on December 22nd, 2009 by Malachi
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THE LANGUAGE OF SNOW
I am a snow poem
trapped in snow,
hobbled, disrupted,
brought to my knees.
Ground to a halt.
I am a poem of blizzards
trapped in snow;
paralyzed in a city of
8 million snow-poems
digging out of
record wind-fuelled
drifts of snow;
trapped in the wintery
vice of its wintery
vice-like grip of treachery.
I am a snow poem
paralyzed by snow drifts
fuelled by cruel winds in [...]
Published on October 9th, 2009 by Malachi
POEM: Barack’s Peace Prize
The prize is not
for getting us to shake hands.
Only we two
can shake hands.
The prize is for The Dream
of hand-shaking
(rather than
fist-shaking)
–Malachi McCormick
