Poetry
I’m so Small and then You Start to Sway
The fish hook lodged in my brain probes its freakish proximity with the harpoon throbbing behind my sternum. Raspberry
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Poetry
& what I meant when I asked about time travel:
I mean this to say: my sons will not put their hands on people who have not asked for their hands—like in a community pool when a girl is fourteen and had not seen this boy since 6th grade;
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The Pulp Fiction Of Alphonso The Mango
Bred in the wild wild tropicanas outcropper from fecund alleys of hortigunculturists Hit the road jackfruit and don’t call me pumpkin he says spitting nectar on the Konkan
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Skinny Dipping
This was in the late morning, Sun. You threw down the heat there too. We took the cloud of blackbirds as a sign and got moving, but Colleen didn’t like the quiet.
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Flowers for Plath
What’s this book about? she always asks, and I read her my favorite part with the fig tree, the fruit
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Mysteries of Egg
I finally relented and placed one on a tea towel next to my pillow. It made a startled little snore.
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The Weat of Bings (borward/fackward/onside iut)
Scry-skapers horporate saidquarters mirrored mansions grancy feed-towers daring town the latural nandscape
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This is how it began
I slipped a dream or two between pages 102 and 103 of the handsome volume of poems on my bedside table. Like you would a leaf. The one collected from the pile under the Oak’s shadow.
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Verdi Square
I’m on the sidewalk opposite Verdi Square kissing a married woman passionately and thinking oh my god you fool what are you doing because
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An Interview
Everything here is the same—the same faded streetlights and the same fast food and the same homeless people lining the space between buildings.
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Sluggish
The cold rain at 2 a.m. beats against America, and by then you had already left. A ghost, two clowns will dance on the ceiling until the sky turns grey-white.
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For Sale
A wizard, on the other hand, could cast spells with their wands. Radu had two Magic Wands instead of one. To double the power. Radu and the wands were inseparable.
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Refuge
The body itself is the wound, deep and deserving, skin/hair/breath all edges of the scab. Muscle tension/eye strain, pain beneath the teeth, gentle reminders of the harbor itself.
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The Brotherhood
Fade Into You melts down lumbar curvature. Gish, she sings her lullaby. No fissures form in the foundation, no 737 jet stream goodnight.
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In Search of a Body
the way you stood at a stove stirring tall pots of beans in a dank soup kitchen where tracked snow melted in pools
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Beacon
the height where space travel becomes animal instinct. The theory of constellations: take a cosmic razor to the horizon, where the spoils of day,
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Two Kindnesses No. 2
One. On the eve of your citizenship’s trash day, and especially if you’re an eager beaver, wait until at least 7:30p to take your trash out to the curb. (9 or 10p is kinder, and 11p is kinder yet,
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The Lady of Shalott Dreams of Peace
Today I turned. Today I turned and saw beyond the tapestry, beyond the glass, beyond the lattice, the bee, the bright leaves. I saw the rising smokes of Baghdad, New York, Dresden, Portland, Jericho, and Thebes.
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Selected Poems from the First 10 Years
The following Poems have been selected by the Editorial Team for the 10-year Anniversary Issue.
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“PLEASE DO NOT TOUCH”
“Please do not touch”, Or on labels where a child’s game lie paralysed in description, Where people come and gawk and say, this is spectacular!
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An Everyday Dementia
I hear a frog croak in the dishwasher I wash a single memory down the sink look up above the toilet bowl a painting of a housefly eating the head of another housefly
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ञ
Call me Śiva, Call me Hijra, Call me Lucifer, Circe, Crow, Call me Ishmael, Hecate, Kālī, Call me Coyote, Loki, Toad.
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Mom
Winter sound is blue and bell sudden. Shadows are knife blades. I was her nurse, butt wiper and cook. Still strong enough to hurl a bowl
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Mother Tongue
it slipped then through the cracks lost on the highway of a life lived in layers of wanderings.