Poetry

Song of the Encantado

by on Apr 26, 2016 in Poetry | 0 comments

Do not stare into the blind eyes of the pink-fleshed singing porpoise. You have stared down the dancing snake but the eyes your eyes followed as they swayed were filled with moonlight, & the song of the split — tongue is of the earth & is a forest song that winds about the roots...

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Myth of the Mud God

by on Apr 22, 2016 in Poetry | 0 comments

Every morning I wake up heavier, my throat filled with dirt. What I can’t hack up wash down with coffee and cough syrup. I try to rinse the smell of wet cigarettes from my body as I pick out the stones and animals that get caught inside my chest. When I leave, the world is the same: The...

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The Farmer’s Milk

by on Apr 18, 2016 in Poetry | 0 comments

Every Monday morning, he would appear wind-burnt at our door, a dour man with the toughened skin of horned lizards and the inscrutable face of the praying mantis, would appear as if the earth periodically split and spit him out to get certain jobs done. What he had to sell was not sold...

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Fertility

by on Apr 7, 2016 in Poetry | 0 comments

A forgotten goddess sips watery coffee smokes, because this is still America, in South Bend the ash brings back the fires for her, every time flower decked villagers danced into exhaustion for good crops and mild winters She remembers moss, rocks and birth how she appeared one day from a...

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The Sword Excalibur

by on Mar 29, 2016 in Poetry | 0 comments

Old these hills and old the stone Ploughed the grave and broke the bone Long the grass on paths forgot To camps and kingdoms which are not Lost the songs of feast and raid Dead the king and rust his blade. Ore Picking at the rock like scabs to ease the dirt’s itch is one thing, wounding...

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Chimney Witch

by on Mar 24, 2016 in Poetry | 0 comments

Chimney witches dwell in chimneys, says the one who dwells in ours. We’ve cousins dwell in wells, she says, they’ve moons for eyes and sing below, sing low and sweet in undertones while others drum with hands above and strong or soft ring golden bells, they ring and ring the wells to...

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