Poetry
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.
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The Songs of Mad Tom
Yes, let justice be for twig and flea, ankle and feather in deep heather. A thousand tongues will praise me and none will beg my pardon, my inmates there all to declare I am a caring warden.
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Ghazal 23 – ‘on the tongue’
The nawab clings to cinders, yearning for yesterday His paan performs a final somersault on the tongue.
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Renga
There lies the great poet In the hamlet of Haiku Influenced by seeds My fellow wandering soul Content with the heart
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hiking in the reservoir
i think i am owed secrets as though i’m one of a few earned caretakers or a suzerain fate has granted all sorts of trespasses but maybe it’s just like what my ex wife said before i packed the boxes i am only fascinated by what won’t let me in
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Metal Birds Make a Sonnet
The road might have taken us anywhere but instead we are surrounded by birds white birds black birds all are forced out of metal with gyroscopes and grease
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Einstein’s Shoes
And yes, Schrodinger’s cat has crapped all over the lawn. Street people are panhandling planets like food stamps, and all the fundamental particles of the universe are
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Between Episodes
I got moon boots, you got moon boots. We all scream for ice cream but to no avail – our prayers are answered at no better than the rate of chance. There’s no glissando without stops and starts. Nor parallel nor intersecting, one guideline has teeth and one has dreams.
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How to wear gingham shirts, like a 10-month-old
realizing it also has a pocket, wondering what a ten month old would keep inside. gazing at the blueberry stain as I vacantly rub a wet Q tip over it, again.
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Five Poems by Esther Sadoff
We are this and this and this, cinders flaming like lighthouses enveloped by fog, someone tripping in the yard, someone stumbling through the door.
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youse
I think slowly, with the deliberation I need to follow through sounds, not drop silverware.When I open my mouth, the oh sound doesn’t ah, remains round.
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A Nemo amongst the anemones
The clear blue of the ocean deep swam in. And then out. The salt dissolved the knots in my stomach.
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It is (just)
ah, here is the robin (Just) here, the wren (Just) the sharp tongue of the irises (Just) the velvet bud (Just) Light and Earth (Just)
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Taxidermy
For finding yourself in collisions You did not choose. You could not avoid. The Flesh around the cleaved frame
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Safar/Dust in the wind
Holy darvish, Shams-i-perende, Kāmil-i-Tabrīzī — I had not known then that I had been looking for you.