Poetry
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..
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Apprenticeship, Oil with China Bristle Brush: “Landscape avec des Moutons” #5
(Rosa Bonheur, Rue des Tournelles, Paris 1836) My easel billetedbetween stove and painting chest,Most mornings Papa teachesat an atelier for young ladies,later portrait sittings–a Portuguesefactory..
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In The Footsteps of Telemachus
Image etched by Antoine Jean Duclos (French, Paris 1742–1795 Paris) CategoriesPoetry
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Skyline
That summer at the ranch, one seasonbefore Stanley hung himself in the toolshed,with rope worn from countless tie-downs–choosing his own handiwork over cancer–there was a..
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Form
I’ve never before been intosomeone with such small breastsI like my hands to overflow with themto see their teardrop formblood rushes to imagine the color..
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Fodder
I guess I could discuss phantoms and pharaohsand the places in between them,or rhyme schemes and what is palatable. it’s been weeksof perpetual reflection.I’ve been..
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Hiking Through
Consider the space between A B,the middle sister nobody sees,or the last invited, all set to gobut left behind wearing a new green coat,speechless, while..
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Lumphini Park
Bangkok, Thailand The white egrets in the treetuck up their legs, as still asthe noon heat. In last night’s dreammy high school flamehad been left..
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Creation Myth
When they buried me they put all my statuesIn the very ditch in which I was to be put. Next they put in my estate,Then my..
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After the Funeral
I hope morning is only a suggestion.I hope we linger in bed to memorizeSpring spilling warm sky outside,a collage of our lives as rose-lit. I..
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Her Smile Like Once Upon A Time
a night of a friday on the table next to many empty bottlesi have a penholder two packs of cigarettesa desk lamp and a notebook.on..