Poetry
Why no one remembers the name of Janet Leigh’s character in Psycho.
1. Conundrum the saint with the sadness of autumn crickets. Flow your love to what cries unseen. 2. Rattle the linguist with the voices of..
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ESTRELLAS FIJAS Cuando ya de la vida el alma tenga, con el cuerpo, rota, y duerma en el sepulcro esa noche, más larga que las..
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Memory
Take a hit. Watch the moon slip to new moon. Listen to the lady you Work with talk about ghosts, and start to cry..
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Remember me in words
I Remember me in words Count the syllables. Recount them. Can you see them Kneeling before the universe? I pray in verse To these unruly..
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Linger
You linger on, Like the scent of a favorite perfume in the rain. I used to try and forget about you, But now all I..
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The Soul Of This Poem Is My Blood Sugar, Or Eating In The Small Room
for John Cassavetes Tippi Hedren would be more nonplussed than me, or you—I can’t remember who is who—but she’s playing herself, hosting Dinner and..
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Last Smoke
When the crickets have slowed to a crawl, the evening having lost its heat at last, when the neighbors’ houses turn chiaroscuro as you take..
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A collagist tagged the sky
The sagas break like a new moon covered in tickets Hammer camp wow, auto parts and her ankle rehab True stick death, slow seasons, sunswim..
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Legacy
she has inherited her father’s cracking bones and her mother’s dimple she stands in front of the mirror, Ma’s green dupatta resting against her..
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Brahmasthanam
All faces are one— so worship the bull at the gate, the elephant-headed son, the rising serpent light, and the dark mother’s womb. ..
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The Liquidators
Soviet hazardous waste experts spent an estimated $2 billion on the cleanup and threw everything from converted moon rovers to radio-controlled bulldozers at the demolished..
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Your Camel
Tomatoes and cucumbers overcome by mint — green beans hanging from gutters — circles around eyes weepy with moonlight. We sit on your porch, gliding..
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State Road Sixty-Two
Twentynine Palms two thousand eleven a salty, old Marine tried to tell me the legend of the Joshua Trees he spat brown juice from..
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AFTER BAUDELAIRE
It’s all very poetic To gaze at oneself through a cracked mirror But far more tragic To wipe down a faultless one And find your..
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A Portrait of My Mother’s Lover as an Anonymous Man
sometimes, you reduce him to this: the place at the back of his head where the hairs have begun to fall out still, he becomes..
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Unrecallable Events
Circumstantial evidence entertains Thoughts of legitimate rape of the mind and memory Eliciting nomenclature of no men gathered in the recesses Pouncing As if Nothing..
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At the observatory
It is the place where, without admixture or confusion, all the places of the world, seen from every angle, coexist. — J L Borges, The..
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Out of the Aeneid
Next door a rooster inscribes his cry on the living cosmos. Overnight my hair has become a nest of aluminum foil to short..
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The Final Darkness
“In this big world of adults, observing with my big round eyes, Mum said we are bound by love and friendship and live together as..
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Skin is Core
Soap dissolves molecule by molecule, runnels toward the drain and disappearance. The skin is core, outer the inner, so only the shrinking, —rounding,..
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FLOATING, FLOATING
Our lives race feebly in all directions. A frozen piece of land at the bottom of the earth… “I seem to hold in reserve something..
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Daphne Rises
Look how Mercury dapples the sky & Daphne’s house Faces north; there is nothing to say about the light Except it reaches beyond the heavens..
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Tangiers
The old narrow wooden streets of claustrophobia with market traders of differing size and health are adjoined by newer streets of many young gazers arrested..
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Musings on the Old Abalone Song
“In Monterey the squid they say is tender as baloney. But here I’ll pound a little round of tough old abalone.” George Sterling was Bohemian,..