Monday, November 2, 2009

Morningside Heights

Morningside Heights

A shirtless ode sweats hot verse, pulses words,
wrings them like lime, into this open mouth.

A silver hymn, beaded with prayers, hangs
like its Christ from the rearview mirror.

Past Riverside a saline epic shifts, cradling blue
crabs and bass, propelling sewage and plankton.

Crying over the baseball field, newborn graffiti
poetically claims cliffed Manhattan schist.

On one-tenth the root of a Siberian carpe diem
tips my toes and carries cobblestone;

and London haiku, green from eating pollution,
peel brown bark to bare white within.

A stunted doggerel breaks bricks on College
Walk, tricks and trips, sucks in stilettos.

A fossilized elegy, each tentacle a series
of circles, ages in the limestone wall.

Copyright ©Xiomara A. Maldonado 2008


  1. I love these pictures, just got back to Iraq and I had to get a piece of home. Thank you

  2. I am so glad you are enjoying the pictures! Knowing that you can come to my site to get a piece of home gives me great pleasure. Thank you so much for commenting! Be sure to be on the look out for more photographs soon.

  3. i love these photographs. they are all so strong. i especially love the branches, limes, and crucifix.

  4. Thank you so much. I love those too. xoxo