Michael Varga

A sculptor shares his Thunder Bunny. The Blueness of it hints of hidden graces. Pedestrians pass it daily, hardly looking, And to them,...

Hot beams curl ‘round horses’ flanks, Bright arcs branded deep into fly-buzzed flesh, And as I tread afraid a camel-trader sketches A sign...

When Black poets congregate I try to hide the gift Pocketed out of Africa. Like a heavy phallus, Smooth and used to pounding...

The love between them spills Beyond the groves that divide Like arms loosely tossed Across an unmade bed, asleep....

Not your hands, my love, nor your ordered caresses so long elating my split heart free of its splintered crutch, widening a soul’s...

Alleluia Alleluia Amen Alleluia Alleluia Amen Alleluia Alleluia Alleluia Amen....

Mainmast’s pendulum totters on the brink Freely swinging to meet waves’ ends; Shadowed below, fetid blackness blends Flaying the prone cargo so rawly...

Eucalyptus shades acacia: The proximity dwindling the caliber of one And distending the manifest bulk of the other. Quick shapes merge but mix...

Wretched hands reach, stretch, for my own Two which cling, fingers bound, binding wrist to wrist. Unbuckle! Seek less familiar partners! Open And...

swerve to shore and bend to bay riverrun Niagara nigh beside that curving shore swooshing forth of course that swerves and winds and...