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Dreaming in Blue
Note: This poem is best viewed on a Desktop Computer with widescreen. The week before he was bornI dreamt only in blue, like paint names the..
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What I was like when I came in
I liked the feeling of being knifed to piecesand sent bleeding down a hilllike earth torn in torrential rainsracing through an innocent village I might..
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Ragamala
I never wanted a homenor a Lotus Sutra I am not a lotus eater a homeis a place to hanghistory floatingin etymologicalsoundfacts a privilegethat is created..
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Take Us Ornately Hanging Girls
Take us ornately hanging girls composed of candles and scintillating light, as sacred as bael fruit. It is our wild-born nature to cling to the..
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Blue
Blue light on dark rivers, blue notes floating in veils of wind down chasms of blue canyonswhose denouement issuesinto fields of tiny bluets limning the dawn. I..
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Penelope Diaz Ramirez, 31, Bayamon, Puerto Rico, April 13
The third in eight days. Penelope, how can a life be reduced to facts,and those so few? And used to compare youwith those who died..
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Trapped
I saw a woman peeling an orange at a traffic light and thought of you. She had the orange on top of the steering wheel,a small,..
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English Castles, Irish Churches
Note: This poem is best viewed on a Desktop Computer with widescreen. December:the table’s sinkingin drinkable amnesia and your eyes are nobodiesfrenzied with potential. It is 2009…
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Ode to Tojo
I knew a man.He played guitar for change.I’d buy him this and that.So he wouldn’t betoo cold and hungry. I knew a man.Who informed me..
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Algorithm helps New York decide who goes free before trial
The Wall Street Journal // Sept. 20, 2020 The courthouse that calls to me is only five blocks from homebut I drive anyway and you are..
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You Disappear in June
You disappear in June, leaving a dentin my breath. Your rosewood fragrance lingers while I stare at empty frames. To inhalenothing is its own religion,..
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Wild Boar
We are stardust—that meanswe carry death in our bones. Our breathblows out a galaxy long gone. Hugging a friend and her seaweed hair,kissing a stranger..
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A father’s shrāddha instructions: A consolation
NOW, you should prepare by obtaining the following: I. For giving to a priest: 1 pound rice, ½ pound toor dal, ½ cup red chilies, ¼ cup coriander seeds ..
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Home like Red, White, Brown
scab country, this; coagulatedfrom the fall, the bleed; picked apart, flickedso new underneath it won’t match can’t; scarlike bleach on jeans, like knuckle clean through glassbruise can yellow over, recolor;..
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Gopi
I recited Tagore to you at bedtime. Tales of flower buds and fishermen, Boat crossings on an ocean of milk. [You settle in your sleep.] Your earrings..
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Grandfather
I am now older than you when your body was lostbetween solid and liquid as death courted brother and foe what thoughts rose as mountains..
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Nightstand
These daysI only read worksfrom poetsI’m intimate withnot the cigaretteafterwards kindbut morein a crowdedroom kindwhen you readthat pieceabout smokinga cigaretteafterwardslips pursedaround a narrowfilter inhalingnicotineyour bodyabsorbing..
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The Window Faces East
And that’s whyI never see Don Ramon,loaded with carrots and lettuces, walking the roadon the west sideof my little home. Have you ever thoughtof whomyou’d..
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Echo Cardiogram
I lay on my left side, the technician’s wrist on my breast, wand pushing into my skin.He’s looking at my heart on the screen, into..
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The Catholic
Before the flood,New Orleans gave usCrawfish plucked from spicy broth that blistered Our lips pressed silent during the awkward family dinner;Sinking gravestones that made my mother..
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The Grief Collection
Do not grieve. Anything you lose comes around in another form. -Rumi 1. Why I still see you in the time since then, I can’t..
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Sent 3:42 am
anais nin said we write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect. she was somebody great. i want to be somebody great…
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Close to the Head
My Mom said my hair wasn’t rightfor ponytails or pigtails. You’re not a normal girl.A barber’ll know what to do with this mop, she said…
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Ecclesiastes One: the Space-Time Adventures of Ace Frawley
Down on the lake rosy reflections of celestial vapor appeared, and I said “God, I love you” and looked up tothe sky and really meant..