Until Next Time, Brian Jerrold Koester

Red Canyon Petroglyph



Until Next Time



A cardinal sings
his impassioned licks

After love has been made
how can she already be
on her miraculous way

I have to mention
her diaphanous elegance

though she insists on being
herself cropped out
of the picture

The fullness of soft light
loads the rich air

until my eyelashes
possess such gravitas
they can hardly be moved

Brian Jerrold Koester


Review by Massimo Fantuzzi

And I shall stand here like a shadow
Under the great balanced day,
My eyes on the yellow dust that was lifting in the wind,
And does not drift away. (from L. Bogan, Medusa.)

A world of contrasts whose logic escapes and stuns. A dominant force that enters and exits the bed, does and undoes, dissolves and stiffens with a touch which is simultaneously soft and shy, rich and heavy-handed. Fleetingness and solemnity. Result: the staring in wonder, the heavy eyelashes, made heavy by gravity and ensnared, turned into stone by the enchantment of beauty. A pleasing sense of abandonment and impotence, faith and devotion, one has the sense of rejecting one’s own will and well-being in favour of a passion and an attraction.


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