Walk Fragment


she says into the wind

with Nordic braids

I upbraid her with I hope not

reflecting now

she just came from Cairo

fast unwontedly unwantedly

she misses the muezzin in evening glow

he (the tape I suspect)

shot me awake 4AM

lying naked in open window

onto Via Dolorosa (Austrian Hospice)


waylaid academy

fleuret et épée

not to be foiled

we sit amid the hedges

scars run across her face

thin ones

one needs a raking light to see

        — Morgan Russell (published in Vanitas 1, 2005)