Poetry

This Earth

by on Aug 22, 2016 in Poetry | 0 comments

Birch bark catches the sinking autumn light,the milky skin Of some imaginary virgin: mites, commensals, worms Swimming in papery husks and plated devils in tenements, Other trees burgeoning in the surgical angle of the street, In the swimming masses of her hair: this is her beauty. I...

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Perplexities

by on Aug 12, 2016 in Poetry | 0 comments

Resembling a migraine spreading over my visual field, Hubble pictured stars incubating in fiery tips Six trillion miles long into gaseous bulbs. They appeared as late-night peninsulas, contoured by neon glare in a nebula seven-thousand light-years away and as old. The ancient questions...

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Not Like This

by on Aug 4, 2016 in Poetry | 2 comments

Not like this, it wasn’t meant to be like this: rain, wind, water, night, King Xau staggering out of the churning river beside a staggering, stricken horse, the horse’s foreleg spurting blood, skin hanging in ribbons; Atun examining the mare by wavering torchlight, shaking his head; the...

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Knights of the Smooth Hull

by on Jul 28, 2016 in Poetry | 0 comments

The hull of the ship is sleek, but I’ve never touched it. Nobody living has. Pictures let us guess and stories let us imagine, but it is a thing that both surrounds and alludes.   I’ve read about the sky. In my daydreams I gallop on horseback as we hunt under that lid on creature to...

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Earth, Hearing Her Children Cry Out Sharp Like Broken Pottery, Shrinks

by on Jul 26, 2016 in Poetry | 0 comments

The upturned astonished faces grow small below us as we rise We hold only the protrusions, half formed déjà vu memories, the beautiful sleek skinned thought that we could have done this before— but always fell always shattered on something   The great and steady floor behind us her...

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La Llorona

by on Jul 18, 2016 in Poetry | 0 comments

Walking a country road one late evening, I came upon a woman who carried a disarming valise.  Quiere comprar una fruta? she asked. I expected her to open her carriage, but she instead displayed a family of stones, each cut into a different kind of fright: a skull, a devil’s head, a...

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