ON THE SHORE OF THE BALTIC SEA

As seas go, it's not much.

It has been a mere lake

several times.

But today you could believe,

watching the open sea,

bereft of islands,

as it sends wave

after wave

to break at the rocks

of the shore

that it goes on and on,

expanding

beyond the knowledge

on the maps,

beyond the curvature of the Earth.

As seas go, it's not much.

But it evokes imagination

and imagination breaks its bonds,

the bonds of the sea,

the sea that breaks your own bonds,

briefly, as you stand on its shore,

gazing at the horizon

that sends wave after wave

to break at your feet

as life sends

you over the expanse of years

to break on an unknown shore.

13.07.2026

GOING TO SWIM AT HALF PAST NINE ON A JULY EVENING

Diving into dark water

at long July sunset,

surfacing

swimming

where the spear

of the sun ends,

into calm,

serene waters

of the mind.

13.07.2026

AS LONG AS THEY FLOW

Love comes 

with broken wings,

a stricken fowl

brought down from the sky.

Mend the wings

and up it goes,

up in the air whirling,

vanishing in the sun.

Lust comes 

earthbound, flightless 

one from birth;

wings evolution's stumps

it won't ride the swift currents

of the air, vanishing in the sun -

it will ride the currents 

of the blood as long as they flow.

12.07.2026

LEDA III

A god swims into your life

all arrogant, divine beauty,

to create a legend,

leaving a wake of white feathers

to float away with the streaming

waters, 

            time flowing

towards the catastrophes

begetted

               from your own,

a path covered with eggshells

to the tumbling walls,

altars stained with blood,

history being made,

and women to be raped

and enslaved, 

                        sacrificed

in every meaning of the word

by men with plumages

on their helmets.

12.07.2026

KING'S CHAPEL, BOSTON

In neat, arranged rows

given order by a later era,

the headstones guide

the visitors past their worn

names and underneath

the moving feet lie

separated, scattered the bones

of that other town of wood

and brick and rare stone,

not the stone and concrete

and glass of this later city,

city marooned in a nation

living its own witch-hunts.

02.-12.07.2026

SOUNDSCAPE

I'm awake after a day of sleeping,

rain comes down fast and hard,

a landscape made by sound

into a watery realm

even before I step into the window,

open it and put out my hand

to feel the raindrops

on my palm.

04.07.2026

AS I LAY IN BED, LISTENING

Rain in late morning

mere sound

to senses yet

my mind makes

a landscape out of that sound,

dark green

and watery,

expanding

into memories.

02.-05.07.2026

SWIMMING ON SUMMER EVENINGS

In dark evening waters

the mind floats

with every stroke

the body takes

free as the gull

shrieking,

wheeling

above.

02.07.2026

FLOATING ALONE

Floating alone 

in the shaft of the Sun

piercing evening's 

dark waters

your mind 

becomes liquid,

serene, calm.

03.07.2026

AS SUDAN'S EL OBEID IS IN DANGER OF FALLING TO RSF/JANJAWEED

If you just shout loud

and often enough

"Slava Ukraini!"

and you keep your eyes

solely on Ukraine

and your hands on your ears

and keep shouting

"Slava Ukraini!"

until your voice gives away

you can ignore multiple

ongoing genocides,

or so it seems to work for many.

05.07.2026

MY CARDINAL SIN

My cardinal sin:

Thinking,

not acting.

Action

without thought

is so often

less worse

than thought

without action,

but the mastery

is in knowing

when one must

just act

consequences

be damned.

*

But even now,

doubtful thoughs.

23.-25.06.2026

AFTER MIDSUMMER

Late June afternoon, and already

that part of the summer

when birdsong no longer

announces life abundantly,

leaving the landscape empty,

just a magpie warning

in the hollow of the mind.

23.06.2026

THE PRICE OF LIFE IS DEATH

The price of life is death,

you wrote,

and what a price

it is to pay,

for the one who

departs,

for the one who

stays,

price for the years

together,

this deal we make

with the world

for the brief years

together.

But what years

if we are blessed,

if we are lucky,

what years...

21.06.2026

REMEMBERED GRIEF

These midsummer days

streaming away

in remembered grief,

grief a torrent running

through their bright hours

slipping away,

sunlight dancing sharp

in their silence,

mind on its cross,

in winter I longed

for this long light

not remembering

how this grief comes

attached to these days,

a summer flood.

21.06.2026

TO MY PARENTS

Time maroons us

in solitude.

Leaving us

in small patches

of grass,

under stones

declaring

the moment

of our separation.

In grief.

21.06.2026

17 YEARS FROM THE DEATH OF MY MOTHER

17 years

and it could

have been

yesterday,

and it

was

today,

just today.

21.06.2026

EVERY LIFE

Every life 

ends

at heartbreak.

21.06.2026

AFTER LEDA AND THE SWAN

The river will flow

with blood and corpses

after this crimson

sunset and white wings

have passed

time flying

time flowing

on wind

on water

to the crossing

ships

the burning

city

corpses flowing

down the river

towards

the wine-dark sea

the realms

of the shadow dead

so far

from Olympos

it's peak glittering

white like

the feathers of the swan

01.-17.06.2026

SUMMER DAY, INSIDE

Light plays against

the closed lemon curtains

following the swaying movement

of the tree branches,

dark green shapes

touched by the wind.

05.-17.06.2026

THE LONG DAYS OF SUMMER

How swiftly

the long days

of summer

go...

08.-17.06.2026

THE RALLYING CRY OF UNABASHED RACISM

At El Fasher in northern Darfur

more civilians were slaughtered

in a few sanguine October days

than all Ukrainians killed in war

in the last twelve years,

but we are told

the Sudanese civilians butchered

don't matter

and the Ukrainians fallen in combat 

do because 

                   "Ukraine is in Europe!"

We are told that Ukraine's

sovereignty and borders are sacred

and told that invader Morocco

must be given the entire occupied

nation of Western Sahara,

that what is wrong in Europe

is right in western North Africa,

because

              "Ukraine is in Europe!"

It's the rallying crime

of unabashed racism -

"Ukraine is in Europe!"

05.06.2026

THE WHEATON MASTODON

It had lived in an age of ice,

found its short 

resurrection 

rising from the clay

of the marshy earth

           in cold winter

to wondering 

biblical gaze,

now, in this fiery summer

heat 

        it burns

with the sheltering museum,

with the city

set for its own resurrection

more lasting,

                       for now

facing the fiery millennias

to come,

the errand apes' mistake,

until the glaciers

and grasslands

return

and whatever great beasts

will come

with them

over the mournful earth

hiding the cracked ribs

of the great 

                    urban beast.

07.06.2026

FIRE FROM OLYMPUS

Translating, there is

a temptation to write,

to steal the fire

and to run

setting the world alight -

with a borrowed torch.

04.06.2026

JUNE NIGHT

Birds are singing throughout the summer night,

an endless silver brook running in the soft glooming,

they sing with the unthought knowledge

that in three weeks the nights shall start darkening

in the long movement to empty nests

amid withered leaves and first snowflakes falling.

04.06.2026

THE MEASURE OF LIFE

Life is not measured

by the passage of time,

the accummulation

of growth ring years,

life is measured by the gain

and loss of accompanying lives

of which our own

has been built.

01.06.2026

LIFE IS NOT MEASURED BY THE PASSAGE OF TIME

It slips away,

life,

not in time

but in lives.

31.05.2026

THE END OF MAY

The end of May

all birdsong

in warm, 

soft gloom.

31.05.2026

ONLY SUPPORT FOR GENOCIDES CAN MAKE AMENDS FOR A GENOCIDE, ACCORDING EUROPE

Because Europeans killed Jews

for being Jews until 81 years ago,

culminating in the Holocaust,

the Europeans declare

that the European Union must support

Israel genocidal Apartheid regime

and Lebanese and Palestinians

must lose their lands,

must lose their lives.

because Europeans killed Jews,

because Europe feels guilty

it allowed a genocide,

because it carried out genocide,

didn't stop a genocide

it must now support genocides,

as only genocides

can make amends for a genocide,

supporting lesser Israeli atrocities

for 78 years

simply isn't enough for Europe,

say the Europeans with their actions.

30.05.2026

EUROPEAN UNION'S MESSAGE TO LEBANON AND PALESTINE

European Union doesn't bother

to do anything to stop Israel's daily attacks

in Palestine and Lebanon,

according to the Union occasionally

saying its concerned or deeply concerned

is enough for people whose lives

don't truly matter, unlike those

of Israeli Jews in their segregated, illegal colonies

or the Ukrainians with their right pigment,

their right religion,

their right geographic position,

the right invader.

To Ukrainians nothing is too much

in the form of support

according to the European Union,

but for the Lebanese and the Palestinians

the Union's message is

Stop resisting.

Give up your arms.

Give up your lands.

Give up your lives.

30.05.2026

SOMBATH SOMPHONE(1952-?)

People being trapped in a cave in Laos

are bigger news in Finland and in the Western world

than any wars except the one in Ukraine

(all other wars have as victims people

with the wrong pigment or wrong religion

or their killer is Israel) -

or the human rights situation in Laos.

Those missing in cave get more attention

than rural activist Sombath Somphone, missing

for 13 years, 5 months and 15 days, has gotten

since he was last seen, at a police checkpoint

in capital Vientiane, and no brave rescuers

have penetrated the cave of official silence

in which Sombath Somphone disappeared.

30.04.2026

TO MY LATE MOTHER ON HER BIRTHDAY

The summer night as dark

as it will get,

your birthday closing,

it would have been seventy-five

today, but forever fifty-eight,

and soon,

seventeen years separating

when that other day arrives,

ever widening time,

ever widening

from that last day

until closing

in time's final dissolving.

29.05.2026

A BIRD NESTING

A dim summer morning

of dark green

light

reminding

of some lost day hovering

on the edge of recollection

like a bird nesting

in the dark green

foliage

unmoving

when gaze sweeps over it.

27.05.2026

ON BEING INTERRUPTED

Interruption is welcomed,

more than that, invited -

things left unfinished,

messages unsent

fill be there waiting

afterwards, to be picked

up, completed, send,

but an interruption

that could have been

yet never came

was a child of a single

moment, never to arrive.

A stranger sibling

will take its place,

with air of kinship,

yet not the same.

27.05.2026

ON THE DEATH OF T. E. HULME

Can't lament much

that T. E. Hulme

stood when others

threw themselves

on the ground

when the shell came,

him being a man

of the extreme right.

If only that Austrian

corporal would

have done the same

service to the world

as the English lieutenant did.

But in some wretched

corner of the multiverse

they divided Europe between them.

26.05.2026

UP IN THE BLUE AIR

The distant sound of an airplane

above, gaining altitude,

reminds me at first

not of childhood dreams

of flying, nor of actual flights

that came, but of the airplanes

above Gaza and Lebanon,

lives being stolen,

the indifference that allows it;

the glimmering metal high

in the blue reminds me

even of the Australian Foreign Minister

last week praising Israel

as an "ally and a friend"

against a background of bombed cities

and towns spreading as a wastelands

of destruction. Perhaps

that plane flies to a Levantine 

destination near the cities and towns

being bombed, with its cargo

of people sharing the air

with pilots with cargoes of missiles

and bombs, death from above

to drop on cowering civilians -

because Apartheid Israel

has been raised above all

morality, above all

the once so important

laws of humankind, separate

from them like the white 

half-sphere of the Moon,

hanging in the blue hollow,

is from the Earth.

26.05.2026

AS DISTANT AS T'ANG CHINA

Du Fu's little daughters

playing with their mother's make-up

in wartime squalor

and you think

it could easily

be Burma, Kinshasa's Congo, Lebanon,

Palestine, South Sudan or Sudan

now

and think of the people surviving

through small joys

like returning Du Fu's gift

to his wife

and the so many,

so many people

who don't care,

to whom Burma, Kinshasa's Congo,

Lebanon, Palestine,

South Sudan and Sudan

are as distant as T'ang China

breaking apart in a storm of war.

25.05.2026

THE STATE OF THE WORLD 2026

The world

bleeding on a stretcher

and paramedics

laying around it

shot dead.

25.05.2026

READING POETS DEAD FOR THIRTEEN CENTURIES

Words of the dead

alive so it matters

not that of them

themselves

not a bone

remains.

They were

not their flesh,

what their skulls

briefly hid,

but their words -

and the words

speak with a swift

tongue, not dust

not flesh

but verse.

25.05.2026

WHAT WILL SURVIVE

The archaeologist in 3026

will read cuneiform tablets,

not emails,

will not listen

to audio books

but to the voice

of the Akkadian,

the Sumerian,

the Elamite.

25.05.2026

NONPAREIL

The brain is her best part,

she tells, but truly

the rest are equal

and all are consummate.

25.05.2026

OCEANIC

The world rolls

ever onwards

in billowing waves

until in the sunset

dead calm

25.05.2026

CONCOCTION

Bright sunny day

sunlight made

a house of mirrors

for memories

distorted beyond recognition

all one truly remembers

is the light and colour

the familiar shapes

and voices failing

to solidify whirling

in your mind chimeric

25.05.2026

CEMETERY WORLD

The past never buries

its own dead

and the ever-fleeing now

digs ever deeper graves

graves

that are filled

only by the final future

freezing in place

at THE END.

25.05.2026

THE FUTURE IS ALWAYS JUST OUT OF REACH

The past is not even the past,

it was remarked,

and the future

is not even the future,

but a mirage

that makes us drag

the past through

ever-present now.

25.05.2026

THEY ARE AMONG US

I'm too busy, I have no time

to care

             about a genocide,

some say

with self-pitying bitterness,

and others

I can't care what happens there,

my own life is troubled

enough as it is,

this is them

being 'polite',

pretending,

as elsewhere bulk

of these

reminiscence

how they read Anne Frank's Diary

at school

and later read and watched

Sophie's Choice

&

Schindler's List

how they were,

still are,

deeply touched by those,

wonder

how it was to life through

it, how it would affect,

and yet they

write FAFO

as a reply

to images and videos

of the bodies of murdered

children, 

bodies hanging

from bombed houses

entombing entire families

get, accompanied with a laughing

emoji, October 7th!

as a comment.

19.-25.05.2026

THE NEW ILLITERATES

Affected by what we read

we filter sustenance,

whales swimming

in a sea of words

but the youth...

they beach themselves

on the siren sands.

22-25.05.2026

EMILY

The only way you could

write yourself

out of Amherst

was to posterity,

a marriage to readers

unborn on a bed of ink.

25.05.2026

LOST THINGS CLOSE

Lost things hidden

close hard to find,

and none closer

or harder to rediscover

than those lost

in the internal shadow

of our eclipsing selves.

25.05.2026

THE AFTERLIFE OF EMPEROR VALERIAN

Skinned and stuffed,

the emperor as a trophy,

a beast from the battlefield,

we are told,

Roman on a Persian pedestal

Valerian stood.

A myth, almost certainly,

a footnote advices,

the likely fact

exiled at its Tomis

fornlornly writes its letter.

25.05.2026