North of Longing, South of Hope

North of Longing, South of Hope

I. every night you turn on the lights in the room he has left behind on another continent he buys a pack of almonds for…

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I guess a pleasant night might be appraised in different ways

I guess a pleasant night might be appraised in different ways

I guess a pleasant night might be appraised in different ways A dazzle of days running under a tram While the horses bolt And the…

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BEGINNINGS

BEGINNINGS

All of the gin joints in all of the towns and you had to walk into this one* Beginnings don’t flow as easily as they…

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The Dreams of Tiny Things

The Dreams of Tiny Things

The birds outside my window speak of world domination, the tiny gray sparrows have staked out my kitchen for the headquarters of their aggressive, bird-centric…

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MAKING PRINTS

MAKING PRINTS

“What was it like—-being married to Mick Jagger?” – (American journalist) “I had to be a hell of a whore in the bedroom.” – Jerry…

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Your Last Sad Vehicle

Your Last Sad Vehicle

Keep watching those funerals — how they launch black sedans over cemetery landscapes, stop them by a new grave where the body enters orbit around…

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Hygge

Hygge

I asked you what you wanted me to write and you said it doesn’t matter that you would read it anyway that it could be…

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Why no one remembers the name of Janet Leigh’s character in Psycho.

Why no one remembers the name of Janet Leigh’s character in Psycho.

1. Conundrum the saint with the sadness of autumn crickets. Flow your love to what cries unseen. 2. Rattle the linguist with the voices of…

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FIXED STARS

FIXED STARS

ESTRELLAS FIJAS Cuando ya de la vida el alma tenga, con el cuerpo, rota, y duerma en el sepulcro esa noche, más larga que las…

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Memory

Memory

Take a hit.   Watch the moon slip to new moon. Listen to the lady you Work with talk about ghosts, and start to cry…

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Remember me in words

Remember me in words

I Remember me in words Count the syllables. Recount them. Can you see them Kneeling before the universe? I pray in verse To these unruly…

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Linger

Linger

You linger on, Like the scent of a favorite perfume in the rain. I used to try and forget about you, But now all I…

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The Soul Of This Poem Is My Blood Sugar, Or Eating In The Small Room

The Soul Of This Poem Is My Blood Sugar, Or Eating In The Small Room

for John Cassavetes   Tippi Hedren would be more nonplussed than me, or you—I can’t remember who is who—but she’s playing herself, hosting Dinner and…

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Last Smoke

Last Smoke

When the crickets have slowed to a crawl, the evening having lost its heat at last, when the neighbors’ houses turn chiaroscuro as you take…

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A collagist tagged the sky

A collagist tagged the sky

The sagas break like a new moon covered in tickets Hammer camp wow, auto parts and her ankle rehab True stick death, slow seasons, sunswim…

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