Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Doug MacGowan

A Chicago native, Doug MacGowan has published history books and magazine articles during his writing career. He currently lives on the San Francisco peninsula with his wife, a dog, and far too many cats.


She falls away from me
shadows and height
into her paradise

We must live walled apart
else she destroy me
and I rake the shards of her past sins over her aging bones


The garden is full
crazy roses, not in a line
daisies turn from dust
among the ivy
among the weeds

Wounds of earth fold to scar over their bounty:
a flag
a ring
a bone

Leaf clusters crowd a path that led somewhere long ago, now ending at the stone wall.