Poetry
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..
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Homesick for the Dead
Stumbling through the dust of cremation bones I dream of rivers rolling wide and green and deep – time is an abstraction – you walk..
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Off the Bookshelf
The Essence of T’AI CHICH’UAN The Literary Tradition(Translated and ed. by BenjaminPang Jeng Lo et alia) My copy is falling apart;frontispiece with Chinese writing,Preface, Introduction..
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Bill of Lading
BILL OF LADING Contents received by Charon, Inc. for shipping via sea freight, for deliveryTo the nearest available port of the far shore, consigned to..
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If I made her once can I not make her again?
In the garden among flowersthe thick black ants make ecstatic highwaysover and into the sweet honeypot of cow-tongue peonies,the black-eyeds dip drunkenly into the foxgloves,all..
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Letters
When I write to you, Hello,it’s marked with swollen anticipation,and I wonderabout your interpretation:did I sound too curt?too friendly? too tender?too insecure?And when I write to..
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The Bunny Man
The electric piano comes in. It’s a Hohner Pianet.The keys go:Duh-Duh, Abm, Db/Ab,Duh-Duh, Abm7(b5), Db/Ab,Lloyd Loar’s Vivi-Tone Clavier.[1]Sharp staccato hits. Brighter, with less sustain.Did you..
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Young
I don’t rememberif we kept any plants. If we fussed over themlike new parents worried that the waterwasn’t enough or the sun. I remember a..
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Miss Alice
I remember the missionaries’ daughter Alice at Tullahasee,eating sofke, writing a Creek dictionary in her room,the stick she used to correct the wrong Mvskoke girl,teacher’s..
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Last night I dreamed my mother was Carl Reiner and I was sad she died
They had nothing in commonbesides being smart New Yorky jews,Carl was a creator and my motheran other… while laughing listeninghis 2000-year-old man spinningin shiny blackness..
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Monarch
an ironic name to give a butterfly one gets the distinct impression deposed, have been in the bloodiest of purges in whispers we cheer them on from the shadowy sidelines eagerly..
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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..