by Dirk Johnson | Mar 6, 2022 | Poem
Hades What then did you projectupon Persephone when yousaw her simply dressed in flowing cloth that made herseem more nakedwhile she dreamed awake a perfect life with alwayslate summer, crops ripeninga touch of coolness and drifting clouds protected her from...
by Dirk Johnson | Mar 6, 2022 | Poem
Orpheus Or was it Eurydice after allWhom I saw descend into darknessWrapped in layers of bright lightAnd not Persephone as I had thoughtNor Hades whom I addressed remarksBadly targeted and carelessly thrownBut Orpheus whom I should have Questioned when questioning Was...
by Dirk Johnson | Mar 6, 2022 | Poem
Juglans Regia A native of the Balkans, Himalayas, and Southwest China, with vast forests even now in Kyrgyzstan, the Ancient Greeks took the Persian walnut from Iran and Iraq, bred it for size, and improvedthe its fruit. From Greece, as with all things, the Romans...
by Dirk Johnson | Mar 6, 2022 | Poem
The Cat 7 This cartel of cats, this “Cat 7,”this parliament of robber barons, gathering in an uneasy peace, waits for the decision maker on the other side of the dealto agree to their terms. They demand recognition upon entry. each in turn and in...
by Dirk Johnson | Mar 6, 2022 | Poem
Toward thinking about beginning to consider composing an homage to Bacchylides. Ourania sends me ….in a ship brimming with … gifts, songs! Though Apollo isn’t here now,whether he’s at blossoming Hebrusor among swans with question-mark...
by Dirk Johnson | Mar 6, 2022 | Poem
Charles Olson at the Eel River, Hearst, California (All quotations with page numbers are from Charles Olson, The Maximus Poems) Seated by this shallow riverat what was its deep and mid pointin December… The birds sound the same… What was I thinking this...
