Poetry
Farmers’ Market
The children double-time, surrendering keffiyahs and hijabs to the breeze. They will not make it.
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Poetry
Myth Making
I would have sat you down and explained, poured you a mug of coffee and placed it on that aqua-painted table we bought at the thrift store that winter in Alaska
Poetry
Untitled
Bare every women and rip her on the streets, And spare not even your mother, own The pound for murder lingers no more,
Poetry
Les femmes d’Haïti
Woman carrying basket of pineapple Atop her head, hair like an Arabesque carpet Woven with a million coarse black threads
Poetry
The Fruits of Halabja
children who had eaten breakfast with their mothers took their supper with their ancestors.
Poetry
A Welcome Note to the Edible Boy
Atop the flashy designation Quivering, is my name in bold
Poetry
August, 42nd
There is no relief, no getting over this heat, so I settle down and stare into the sky
Poetry
Classicism beneath the glass
Disparate fragments flew from their frames A memory or a moment lost
Poetry
The Addict
I took you out to dinner to celebrate Your upcoming Rehab stay. I took you out to dinner to comfort You when you missed the train.
Poetry
The Mental Migration & I Am Awake
I am forced to catalog these collisions. Exquisite explosions of potential flow through me…
Poetry
Blank Page with Black Muse
She lies upon the sheets and bifurcates the whiteness with the sheer black of her body the heaving of her body
Poetry
Playing Well
Now how smooth is that, I say, wrapping my hands around her, placing the apron gently over her head as she chops onions
Poetry
Your Cracked Mug Eating Glue
I’m down there, sexy as a pear, Grasping the stems of my ankles, When signs of war Static from your potato radio.
Poetry
Padre
Words rolled forth like the splendid carpet he walked on. Citizens gazed ahead Their hearts twist, Tortured to not break the spell
Poetry
Terminal
I have no use for the daily news, wasting away the protracted minutes, waiting for the triumph of diagnosis.
Poetry
Vincent Van Gogh’s Shoes
No pretensions here. No ornamentation of high art. No gods or kings, No nymphs or castles.
Poetry
All Through Mind
You can start at the memories Of putting on your dad’s shirts Pretending to be a detective
Poetry
More Shores
Is that Samisen, the swish of geisha? Those strings, that fragrance… A tattoo in silk’s fluidity, The clear mystery of sheer notes strummed
Poetry
Boston
I begin to know the streets, Spy tunnels And their depth. The pavement where homeless men decry passerby For lonely cigarettes.
Poetry
Love Poem to the L(ibrary) before IT
you who carry the world in your palm the weighty equivalence of Alexandria’s wisdom inside a slender electronic case may never know
Poetry
Words Unspoken
An owl is howling— an apocalyptic tune.
Poetry
Gerard Manley Hopkins
This is a collaborative poem by one American and two Australian poets that explores Gerard Manley Hopkins’s philosophical themes found both in his poetry and in the personal struggles of his inner life.
Poetry
Wading into the Ocean
we are on our travels with the remains of conversations we almost had, promises cracked through the middle, wrapped in the cloth that blinds us
Poetry
Story… Unfinished…
The moon’s not yet quite there, and the buildings are hideous, at most a woman on the corner, or a student lost in sartre and making the world’s riddles