Poetry

Calabash

by on Feb 5, 2016 in Poetry | 0 comments

It breathes midnight— the shape of her hips is the body of a sitar notes that thrust notes that drone, that wash away breath. The shape of her hips a hand grenade washing her explosive mouth, the mouth of the winnisimmet— flowing, chasing rabbits Through muck and salt and salty clams....

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Maxwell’s Demon

by on Jan 28, 2016 in Poetry | 2 comments

sits dangling his tiny legs (because his feet can’t reach) as he ushers us in and out. We are sorted casually: hot and cold fast and slow bad and good but we don’t mind; we would have spent that energy anyway, running to the grocery store making love writing free verse so we let him...

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Various Kinds of Wolves

by on Jan 28, 2016 in Poetry | 0 comments

here: have a red cap or a red shirt in this story you are the prettiest creature or expendable or both have some accessories: a fresh-baked cake a fresh act of heroism a fresh-faced naiveté have a pot of butter and the good regard of your fellows have some good intentions and trust in...

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Automaton

by on Jan 22, 2016 in Poetry | 0 comments

You find what’s left of me stuck in Elkhorn Creek— mostly just a head missing an eye with three-quarters of a spine still attached, half of one lung, and only a coupla ventricles left— a phantom’s pulse yet pistons muddy creek-water and a handful of pebbles out towards the bank. And I...

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In the Far Future, Billy Experiences the Most Powerful Drug Known to Man

by on Jan 20, 2016 in Poetry | 0 comments

They call it the “pleasure center” of the brain and Billy’s is flooded with norepinephrine, dopamine, serotonin. This is the chemical equivalent of the robot hiker programmed last month to hike Everest in two hours, climbing directly up the mountain, piston-legs driving ice-pick heels,...

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The Doctor’s Assistant

by on Jan 15, 2016 in Poetry | 0 comments

Grandma gave my first needle, taught me to sew, showed me how to knit threads together, make something new, nimble fingers silhouetting the divine. It came in handy white-uniformed at the front, dragging broken men from the mud, pulling flaps of flesh together with thread, then sending...

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