Poetry
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..
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English as A Second Language
I. Español. I used to sit in a classroom full of color, where everyone spoke with tongues the color of gold, copper, silver, and salt. Back..
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Kneel
Kneel; Verb/ Honoring Colin Kaepernick Suddenly football, the game and gridiron, is a man on his knees.What does a patterned patch of cloth mean, the..
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Sour Truths
It occurred to me the other dayas I sat slicing and squeezing lemonson a hot summer afternoon,That the life of an urban lemon from birth..
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Excision
“I’m afraid you will not smokemy meaning…”-John Keats Thursday morning he moved himself out of bedbefore any light broke throughthe already broken shadeand stood in..
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Leaving Iowa
In fact, we barely knew your slim thicketof zip codes could be so easily shruggedfrom memory, there wasn’t even a backseat side-eye.We don’t belong to..
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Corners
The bat carries starson the undersidesof her wings. Her head is the tipof galaxyher body a velvetcometshattering nightwith its jagged arcof flight. Her thumbs &..
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This is an orange, round tablet
Autumn starts when the trees give up drinking.An appointment is madein the ditch of Lake Meadand the hairy hands,tented on mahogany,speak calmly,which can only augur..
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Subjectionable
The world sounds lovely over my left shoulder.A dog barks. A bird is chirping. The white rush of two-ton metal trucks on the asphalt. I am..
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Our Lady of Corona
Hail Mary, full of Grace, Mother of God, Mother of Angels, Sacred Virgin,Knower of unknown unknowns, Arbiter of the end of the beginning:let it be…
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Now That I Am Dead
I have so much to tell you,now that I am dead. I left my native soil in 1895 to seeka land as warm as gold,..
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Frangipani behind the Ear
We return to the Grand Pacific Hotelin Suva, Fiji, but it is not the way it was or what we thought it was:the cold lobster almost..
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Keep Her Out of the Tent
There’s a temporary campground, with a tent,billowing-white, just off Sprague Ave. in Tacoma. Keep your daughter home. Make popcorn with salt,buttery-warm. Let her watch the..
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Retreat
The tiny cottage in the woods is abandoneduntil the woman whose husband drinkstakes refuge thereafter a bender,without regret.The woman loves her husband,and this is how..
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Contours of Affection
A pedicure is an archaeological expedition, if those feet belong to your mother. A part of this country was your beginning of history. A faded..