A Poem for Spring


I wrote this poem in America for a different breed of yellow flower. But seeing the daffodils erupt in London has brought a new shade of meaning to my experience. Here it is for your enjoyment.

The weed has no mind,
except what I lend it, there
between two concrete slabs,
growing flowers so yellow
they burn in my sight, remain
long after I close my eyes,
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3 Poems from Iota Online

Thanks to the Southbank Centre Poetry Library’s ongoing digitization project, funded by the Arts Council England, three of my poems published in Iota less than eight months ago are now available as part of this excellent website.

The first poem, “The Language of Birds” is a kind of love poem to my wife; the second, “To Friends Not Knowing What to Say“, is dedicated to the memory of our son; and the third poem, “Yellow“, explores the subterranean, and can also be heard read aloud on this website.

Besides my delight that these poems can now reach a wider audience through the web, this project to round up the disparate poetry journals of the past two centuries and archive their contents for posterity seems, beyond noble, absolutely necessary. Twenty-first century publishing is a fragmentary mess. Who needs barbarian hordes to burn your libraries to the ground? These days, a single mis-click of the mouse can obliterate whole swathes of our literary heritage.

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Three Poems in Iota 85

iota-85I received my contributor’s copy of Iota 85 today. It’s a beautiful and sturdy, perfect-bound volume with French flaps, packed with free-verse and formal poems and reviews from across the UK and worldwide. As I mentioned before, this is my first publication in a literary journal overseas.

I also happen to have recently made an audio recording for KPCC of one of my poems in this issue, entitled “Yellow.” That audio excerpt is available for listening on the Cyberfrequencies website. Another poem in this issue is dedicated to our son. It’s called “To Friends Not Knowing What to Say,” and explores how language fails us in times of loss.

I look forward to reading through this issue with interest. Copies can be purchased from the Iota website. They are also still accepting entries for their 2009 International Poetry Competition.