As if the zither wouldn’t quiver

As if the zither wouldn’t quiver

As if the zither wouldn’t quiverVibrate its songThe reconciliation between various components of the familyThe doubtful connectionBetween the kiss of associationAnd loveThe drum double drummingOf…

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Wild

Wild

“Like I was suddenly some safer form of fire”-Ada Limon Parallel Mustangs revving at an intersectionBack and forthLike a conversation Between Neanderthals listing their killsAround…

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Once upon a February

Once upon a February

I’m much more than a monthSo much longer than a dayI’m that which America fears to teachI’m more than the constitution will ever sayI’m in…

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Lie Down

Lie Down

It’s okay to dieStanding upA beetle-eatenPine on the slopeOf Mt. Baldy You’re not aloneOne day you justLie down in the brownNeedle-hay that was youTo begin…

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Elegy for Half Measures

Elegy for Half Measures

I’m not about to say it’s anythingother than a coincidence, the factthat somebody in my group over twohundred miles from Bellinghamknows of Jeff Mixdorf, knows…

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Dhaka

Dhaka

Hurt people, there is no forever.Hurt people, always remember.— Fuad Ahmed Buriganga River washes the feet of your sons,Meghna River bathes ankles of your daughters….

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A Wal-mart at the end of the World

A Wal-mart at the end of the World

is spic and span; you could eat off the floorif there was a floor; there isn’t, justa huge hole you can’t see at first, as…

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The Heart Asked Me  to Please Take It Home

The Heart Asked Me to Please Take It Home

In a plastic container wrapped in ice packs,a human heart sat next to me on the plane.I queried the flight attendant about the heartin the…

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Anthropology

Anthropology

My friend says that everythingis anthropology: chess playersin Tompkins Square, the lineof cars at Starbucks, preteen girlsfilming Tik Tok videos. But the young girl, baby…

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In an Irish Pub, After a Funeral

In an Irish Pub, After a Funeral

It’s March. The earth is dirge-soft with daffodils.  The rain goes through seven stages of grief. When I was a girl, the first daffodils I…

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Bird of Breath: Four Rubai

Bird of Breath

سەردەفتەرێ وەصفێن تەیە دیباجەیێ دلیەک قەطرە ژ لوطفا تەیە سیراجەیێ دلذکرێ تە دکت دوڕ و ضیا لەهجەیێ دلطەیرێ نەفەسا های و هوویا لەهجەیێ دل A…

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Harmony

Harmony

Her cooking is the honeycombthat keeps him succulent.He is seated, King Kong, at the head of the table,she is unseen, in the kitchen,sweating in holy…

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New Summer Moon

New Summer Moon

The pill passes fondly between hands, Overhead the sky is filled with the wretched screaming of some thousands of cicadas,The stars gather watching.  It is bright…

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I always…

I always…

i always eat the same foodsrice and beans and a side of something or otheri always go to the same placediners with coffee, greek salads…

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My Teeth

My Teeth

In my dreams, my teeth commonly crackand fall out of my mouth. When my gumsgive way, there is a soft crumbling, a gritty feelingas I…

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In the Jardín Etno-Botánico

In the Jardín Etno-Botánico

Snaking through mesquiteand saguaro, a long lineof jibber-jabber, pink-necked tourists mufflethe words of the Zapotecguide who shows usa geometry of amaranthand maize we have always…

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Riverside

Riverside

After “Spanish Lady”, Irish traditional White crane walking like a bagOut of the hatch of rosemary.The white crane tugs and fades.Two brothers love the same…

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Isaiah Berlin Museum

Isaiah Berlin Museum

Only barbarians are notcurious about where they comefrom, how they came to be wherethey are, where they appear to begoing, whether they wish to gothere,…

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The Remuneration

The Remuneration

1928: My grandfather, a civil servantin British India, surveyed Sirsa District on camel back. Irrigated fields reaped oats and barley in autumn,mustard and grams in…

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Sometimes I Feel Most Alone in the Subway

Sometimes I Feel Most Alone in the Subway

The sound of a warm body for a cold nightcan easily be mistaken for the hum of love,and maybe it was, for a second.This is…

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