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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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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..
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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;..