Poetry
The House I Grew Up In
My father built the house with rocks; my mother threw them. Snow came through the holes she made. She watched us freeze.
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Poetry
Drought
You can tell me nothing, because I am nobody to you. Yet once I made the rainbow for you, and when it rained I kept you dry.
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On Princess May Road
Long familiar wooden bench Friday night streets Shiraz, Shiraz, Shiraz
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A Five Gallon Water Can
A Five Gallon water can filled to the brim, I once learned, is about the density of the human body –blood, intestines, muscle and bone.
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Prison Bullfrog
He usually writes about his routine rising before 5:00 to weak coffee scrubbing floors, painting walls his one hour in the exercise yard, or a dream from the night before a fishing trip with his father long dead.
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Vases
The first time you decide to buy a vase you will know you have a home to bring it to
Poetry
Change of Season
In mid April, for two short weeks the Magnolia breaks its blossoms over the deck each of its eyes open wide
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Lines Before an Iron Bedframe, Tuol Sleng Genocide Museum: A Collection of Four Poems
1 The bar with the U-shaped clampsto lock the prisoner’s feetstill lies on a bedframe wherea sleeper like me always assumesthe freedom of my legs..
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A Cookbook
Friday Night, the stillness, the madnessUnder the purplish sky Wear a pink blouse, come to a deserted gardenFireflies might come but you should not expect itFocus..
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Informed by Treasure Hunt for Formal Poetry/Properties?
(Blue Light/Sleeper) Present a fact, simple, hard, felt, like a rock, guttural- E.g. #1: heaving, fat-skinned, swamp (Muck Badger) #2: I drink live fire,..
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Learning to Talk
I grew up in a home of whisperswhere talking took place at the table.My family sat in an “L”and eyes only met peripherally Our gaze..
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The Deep North
Only now can you walk a roadinto distant country, past a shrinecarved into the face of a mountain,above a forest of alpine green.Abandon this kitchen,..
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The Day Marilyn Died
In the basement, I was singing along with Pat Boone’s “Love Letters in the Sand.” I had loose slacks on because, if I wore jeans,..
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Jigsaw Afternoons
My neighbors do puzzlesin the common room.They do the fringes firstpiece by piecemulti colored housescastles on mountainsslide into placethose imaginary childhoods,the colors too bright.A little..
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Poem #30
A moth landed on my lipsAnd kissed meI turned into a skyscraper, a rose A rose is a fire engineThe street is a cup of..
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Dear June – Come in…
Dear March June – Come in… With apologies to Ms. Dickinson Dear June – Don’t stand at the doorDo come in. You are always welcome,Unlike..
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Be my Home
December came like a thiefin a black robe,at a fated hour while the Gods slept,and devoured my Dad. January cut me into shards,broke my limbs,crushed..
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Another Poem about Oranges
–Mint Vinetu Bookstore, Vilnius So, Jonas said, you should write a poemabout eating an orange at the counter.It’s a tangerine, I thought,but didn’t tell him…
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Hush
A bed of pine needles hushesThe air of Autumn Forest.Black shaded river curls overDeep green stones.Space rests.Yonder, a woodpeckerSounds the core of a frosted pineWho..
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Cardiac
A UCLA boy, crisp in cotton shirts,you came at me clean, knocking me over. Even your painwas pure back then, your sweat sweet. You ripped..
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Dream Poem
I wish I could tell youI didTell youAnd youStillDoNotKnowIt still has been a year you do not knowI could tell you and you will never..
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Natural Disasters
1. The Derecho brings change spinningfrom its edge, a clock-hand turningfrom a pivot point in the Midwest,reaching Eastern cities in the foreignlanguage of straight wind..
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In the Summer of Nasturtiums
Take a look around the roomNotice the absence of scary animalsUnpack your lunch sack you may wear out your iron soled shoes this is the pandemic..
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Funereal
I. Sheboygan, Wisconsin November, 2017 There is a postmark on your faceblocking your view of beyond.Leaves fall arraying the ground in an autumnal palette.You cannot..