Author Archives: kaweah

The Last Gypsy of the Brennica

Here, young stranger, a speckled egg of Carpathian granite, blooming with crystal, stolen in my youth from the womb of a Moldavian stream, said the old Gypsy when he handed the riverstone to me. Mill it—down to flour. Fertilize it with this old man’s ash, and carry the meal up to Ram Mountain and cast […]

Inscription on Helicon

I have seen her now: seasoned with eternity, simmers in her sky-cold sylvan pool, hard and white as the waning moon and quartzite banks, the last softening membrane of youth seared away in the slow forge of forever; breast peppered with translucent constellations when the sun breaks through the leaves. No fleshy delicacy—even of the […]

Hotel Jericho

Old Jacksonboro Road crosses the Savannah Highway within a half hour of Charleston. The junction has a name: Jericho. Today it is considered part of the town of Adams Run (as though you know where that is).   As far as I know, Jericho was once the site of a hotel, a store with gas […]

(small world)

The universe seems to be Very big, and who’s to say   it’s alone. Somewhere out there,   someone is just like you. Somewhere out there, Someone just like you   is walking With someone like me. Maybe they aren’t that   far from here. © 2013–14 Kaweah  

The Peace-Loving Elements

The cataract grinds away the granite But water only wants to find a low place And take the form of its container, Conform to make its peace. Earth falls too— Crashes down on itself Till the land is level, At peace. The wind blows savage over the plain, Falls from ridge to trough and The […]


They breathe only what can be inhaled from others. That is their way. When you had no more air for them, their memory of you was a bible. They buried the book and mourned it as you lay breathless, solitary, according to their law. They encircled their book, emitting weeping sounds, embalming it with rose […]

Meeting Minutes

A fool question, but a safe one, he figures. Wouldn’t want to give her the wrong idea—or worse yet, the right one. “San Paulo,” she answers, as if he were there, not lost somewhere between the eyes and mouth, where it can be hard to hear anything. ”That somewhere near Ipanema?,” he wonders—aloud, and she laughs, […]

The Stacks

I don’t recall how it began I was asleep at the time maybe long ago in a boy’s dream or some         half-remembered adventure           wandering again through that vast and foreign city of childhood         that never once was the same in so many days and dreams         maybe this time he’d lost someone           I don’t recall     Hearst […]

Jeffers and Fire

Here’s the presentation that I delivered (in part, having run out of time) at the 20th conference of the Robinson Jeffers Association in Carmel, California on February 16, 2014. It might interest anyone into Robinson Jeffers, the Central Coast of California, fire, Moby-Dick, Heraclitus, Zoroastrianism, etc. Fire as God in the Poetry of Robinson Jeffers […]

Cape Horn

Ahab found his madness     pulling ‘round Cape Horn, Bound down before his sirens—     howling Odysseus, There where the seas broke through Hyper-extended America, twin     imperialists Who’d fain stretch themselves thin     as Panama, Pole to pole to barricade Magellanic     man. But Patagonia stretched too thin, and the waters     broke the Andean spine, and the cold blood […]