The
But, come tumult, the voices are similar
Death
is this sound of dying
Dead, all is the reap of prayer
A shade made
of life
owing veneration
to what waves can bring to memory
In the renunciation
of the river
wisdom is given repose and
passions are washed away to
become sediment
The water, itself, is but a mask of the senses cleansed
A
diseased breeze feeds
the sinless fires
in turn sooting the air with
ancestry
making way for the eternal river
-which is Heaven
Chanting at the steps
Doms of outcast wearied
Bodies
burned of their stories
Author’s Bio:
"D. Garcia-Wahl is the most
exciting voice in poetry today. He is writing what
has been lost in
poetry for a long, long time."
-Jill Ellis
The preceding
was written in response to the first full collection of poetry byD. Garcia-Wahl, ALL THAT DOES COME OF MADDEN’D DAYS, which hit the
book stores in the autumn of 2004. Shortly before that his first
novel, ASHES OF MID AUTUMN, was published.
Having devoted his
entire life to the written word, he is currently putting the finishing
touches on three more novels and another collection of poetry. A collection of his short stories is also in the works. This
all comes along with the recording of a spoken word CD, a cable show
in production about poetry entitled DIVE, and his being asked to be
interviewed in a new documentary being filmed for HBO pictures while
he makes plans to move to Europe.
“I find[his poetry] a fascinating
throwback to some of the reasons I fell in love with poetry, the sheer
force of imagery propelled by the words.”
-Shandy Casteel
poetry editor
