In a Studio on the West Bank

How strange it is to find oneself enjoying simple pleasures — cool water, cunnilingus — while down the street a Continue reading →

Lockdown Drill

Would I cower with my head between my knees — a convenient position for kissing your ass goodbye — and Continue reading →

My German Youth

I sat on the carousel horse. Up and down and forward the painted steed moved.   To my right I Continue reading →

Squeezing the Baton

Outside the window, summer topples into fall. Furtwengler, his hand squeezing the baton, salutes the fuhrer on his birthday.   Continue reading →

Menuhin and Furtwengler

After the war Menuhin defended Herr Furtwengler. He was, at that time, encased in his own sorrow, so watching his Continue reading →

Making Records

Old records, black as filth. Songs sung into a horn as big as a giant’s dunce cap. Then microphones the Continue reading →

Catholic

Under a stack of yellowing newspapers marked “trash”, the faded photo is unmistakable, grandpa’s face hollow, wretched, threadbare uniform hanging Continue reading →

Young Prince

A first for A Quiet Courage: a videopoem by poet, musician, and singer-songwriter Roy Moller. Click to watch and listen. Continue reading →