I’m always reluctant to say things like the following because in a matter of time it is entirely possible that my views will change as I continue to read more and more throughout my life, cherishing any number of novels I come across, but, for the time being: The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay is tied with Les Misérables as the greatest novel I have ever read.
Michael Chabon’s Pulitzer Prize Winning novel is, since no other word is as wonderfully fitting, a masterpiece. When I first heard of this book a couple years ago, it was after Continue reading
Mango and burnt orange swathe
a ruddy glow amongst the clouds
with hands folded, hammocking his head,
he lays in the goldenrod and breathes
the pollen of peasant bees, their nine-to-five.
A smile inches across his face–
the watch he removed ticks on and on in his pocket,
the minute hand on it’s fourth lap;
he can’t feel it passing.
The knoll’s grass is lengthy and swaying in
the gust of evening.
He sits up, his clothes a squalor
and peers deep at the retreating sun.
Poplar trees stand sentry, lacklustre, soldiers
throughout the field, there is only eleven–
all but one are losing their hair.
He rises and wanders, his mind producing dreams of
his younger years–when his shoes were
too small for his feet
and his ambition too grand for his street; with
his bicycle a carrier of innocence and future.
He longs for those days
when a girl’s smile meant less than heartache
and he could
feel the rain without getting wet.
But like the dimming golden clouds
dispersing above him,
so too does this reverie subside.