As a Jewl of Gold in a Swine’s Snout
Examination of Ann Pudeator, Murthering Midwiffe—July 2, 1692
Birth is a resky acte froght w’th apprehenson. I have bond this woeman to this erth through the care of my voyce …
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Genre: Poetry
wyoming
in this episode i play a springboard diver in a slick production selling flight. despite many vertical rips—no splash, sleek mane when surfacing—they want another take. works for me. i get wet pay. each plunge bumps my …
Read MoreSomeday I’ll Love Leila Chatti
after Frank O’Hara, et al.
Take heart—the lilacs are yours
as much as anyone’s; you need never
audition for spring. What delights
delights in you. What is luminous
beckons, and makes room. Look—
there
The Weathers
1.
To us children,
the small hotel garden
was filled with effects,
but not causes.
Overhead, petals falling, or
leaves spaced perfectly—
if we bury a coconut,
it will turn into a tree.
In ALABAMA I ran across a park so green: the trees green, the sky green, the river green, the houses green, & the little dog barked a green mean thing.
In ALASKA, during the anxious hour when the cat screamed …
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The Night Is a Clock Chiming
The night is a clock with eyes
chiming in another language.
Lonely husband, your eyes
remake my being, and how we
look from where we stand.
You from a caesura of
Poetry
Night Fright Fest; Failed Wife Enterprise; Unrecorded Losses in War; & Routine of Everyday War, translated from the Arabic by Sawad Hussain
Routine of Everyday War
I page through the Death album
Face after face after face
The longer the war burns
The more faces I recognize
I empty out my chest of dreams and pack it with
Name, Image, and Likeness
My name is Regular Season Boy.
Choke Job Quarterback.
The Best Of All Time When It Doesn’t Matter.
The Man Who Coach Should’ve Benched In The National Championship Even Though Regular Season Boy Did …
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Family and personal pictures are soul things. Sharing them is a kind of double exposure; history and soul = memory . . . Your mom praying to Buddha and there you are, free. Like my mom praying to Buddha in …
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