Tag Archives: Fate

The Couple, Tel Aviv 2000 [Donata Wenders]

This is a couple in Tel Aviv
which must be on the ocean
(the Israeli Mediterranean?)
from the look of it here.

They both have bags of some sort
held in their right hands
he a hat and she maybe a scarf
or perhaps just tight hair.

She has a skirt below a blouse
he a dark suit and white shirt
they are open-necked.

[Residents of Tel Aviv
are referred to as Tel Avivim.
The city has been twinned
with Incheon, South Korea
since the year 2000]

They are unfocused
but harder than the sky.
In fact I would bet a little
(not too much real money
but still you get the idea)
that the backdrop, not the sea
or the pathway across rocks,
could be a studio set
so perfect is the gradient
of grays behind them.

[Tel Aviv’s White City
-made a UNESCO
World Heritage Site in 2003-
has the world’s largest concentration
of Bauhaus buildings]

How many children do they have tonight?
Are they still in Tel Aviv?
Did they make it, as a two?
Did he ever really love her?
Does she wonder about another boy
(that other boy or some unmet boy)?

It’s been a dozen years already
a lifetime for more than many.
What has happened to them?

Are there curls now across her head?
Were they wed to unravel?
What happened that night?
Did they gossip to their friends?
How old will they be
when the shuffling comes?

What is it about these monochrome
figures that represent all the questions
I can conjure for my own life
and why am I so sure that they were happy
and then sad with each other
and the world within them?

[Tel Aviv has 44 hotels, more than 6,500 rooms
and every night couples walk the beach forever]


Untitled (Philadelphia)

Habits take on different schedules
like trains and our arrival
some needing just two days
others still a lifetime
to form or break

Upon my second visit to the platform in Philadelphia
a ritual has already been established
and as a young girl from the projects
talks to me and lights her cigarette
and as I think of how I’ll never see her again

of how our lives have this on time met
I consider our differences
in opportunity and outlook, hope
joined here only by the secret whistling of our lungs
set firred in these separate chests

but apparent to our lovers
wherever they may be.




Edgar Allan
Peace On Earth
Never knew
His later worth.

For this reason
Ne’er forget
Both you and fate
May pass unmet.





Edgar Allan
Peace On Earth
Never knew
His date of birth
For his mother
Never told
And thus did Edgar
Not grow old.

Edgar Allan
Peace On Earth
Was not imagined
Colin Firth
His face in truth
Resembled steak
And thus no-one
Made that mistake.

Edgar Allan
Peace On Earth
Grew protuberant
In his girth
He ate so much
Yet moved so little
That standing still
Produced vast spittle.

Edgar Allan
Peace On Earth
Found in life
A sorry dearth
Of friends who would
Upon him sit
To let him thus
Engorge his bit.

Edgar Allan
Peace On Earth
Was thus cast down
With little mirth
He wrote of pain
Without a haven
The Tell-Tale Heart
Thus quoth The Raven.

Edgar Allan
Peace On Earth
Did never know
His later worth
And for that reason
Ne’er forget
That you and fate
May pass unmet.



A Father’s Day Sonnet

Somewhere else
there is a perfectly quiet
moment unused by anyone
in a field perhaps
or a road without cars
and I will never find it
and it will never know me.

I can only hope that someone else
will come across it
and do the decent thing
because the idea of such a moment
going silently to waste
would make me sure that fate
was simply taking the piss.

for Audie McCall on the precipice of a second child
June 2005