Poetry
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,..
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Through the Sea Black as Tar
I cannot reach you… If the waves would rise on the first day of September a Prince of Venice will depart down the sea..
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Do You Remember My Name?
I only want to know your name. there is a drizzle of homemade jam on this memory i think i have, like a hug under..
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A Pastoral Woman
(1) On Rogation Sunday in a field in Kent The flowing blessing is presently underway. And in a building too shy to hold a woman..
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The harbor never changes
Scour-faced, jet-lagged, fresh from the airport, they plod up the tower’s steps and stare across to the Old Man of Storr’s sky-pointing finger. And..
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2017
I. She relates to me that a race vet in Kaltag has misplaced a glove, gone gloveless and at forty below developed frostbite. This year,..
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The Fang of Oblivion
It has become mechanistic at this point. I placed the blade in your larynx. I have grown tired of your voice. Your speech isn’t free…
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A Foray into Metaphysics
They were trying to catch my eye as I hurried past an old tree, the abandoned pencil factory, and what was rumored to be a..
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The Housewife Dreams the Drifter
Here beneath the hems of evergreen, beside the weathered shed where sunlight doesn’t reach, the housewife squints and takes it all in until she sees..
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23
At 23 let us count the things We have lost to the fire: We entered the Corporate We skipped the breakfast On Monday mornings We..
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Snow-hauler
Heavy snowfall at a military base, in a scorching Naples in August: where the Austrias, and after them the Borbons, and much later Maradona, and..
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The Missing Anklet
No trial, truth murdered in cold blood, an innocent man slain. Kannagi stormed the palace in rage, the woman’s wrath unrestrained At the palace the diamonds spilled forth..
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Addah Belle’s Pocket Watch
Addah Belle’s pocket watch stands openon my desk like a sandwich boardadvertisement.I want to shrink down and crawl under it,camping in my ticking tent. Constellationsand..
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YouTube Search
I pressed “performance poetry” into YouTube’s search box kept company by a simplified magnifying glass on the right (in its own light-grey box): a type..
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Again
Over coffee, you tell me that it settles in your lungs way better than in your stomach. You tell me about those long drives when..