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November 30, 2013 |
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A woman in a black kimono dyed black hair disappeared behind a black curtain I’d decided to give a poetry reading in drag A feather boa many...
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November 29, 2013 |
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Grandmother, You sit, Wrapped in your Persian melon-colored blanket, Rock back and forth, On that old rusty country porch, Whom the neighbors across the street Once called, Rusty Oak. Spit...
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November 28, 2013 |
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Lady Haiti, sister of all black nations, bold Mother of my ancestors ascendant acoustic homeland, I hear you. Your sonorous voice sounds like the homemade goat skin Bata drum beating in...
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November 27, 2013 |
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Hilda and her children are crammed into our front room. $8 a month holds her whole life in it. When her husband showed up blind, his whole family threw her out. They had always known...
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November 22, 2013 |
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At last, the extremes of his present methods seemed to offer the happiest avenues. The strengthening of even a single cell might become as much as new knowledge where ratty camouflage is...
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November 21, 2013 |
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We hold intractable notions of ourselves as agents with free will. But someone is what he is and was what he was and will be what he will be, once and forever. Even with time travel,...
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November 20, 2013 |
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On nights like this, the road bends into blackness and the white lines paved into the tar look like slivers of bone, and the air whistles through the open window, and the trees rustle their...
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November 20, 2013 |
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After the long sigh of the violins wound you beyond repair your last plink disturbs the silence, and a cat in another dimension’s driveway will look up from under the warm space of a...
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September 29, 2013 |
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(colored pencil on slate, “Flora,” by Lori Field) On the wall in Westminster the rabbit girl hums herself awake....
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September 7, 2013 |
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There’s something to be said for sitting still and letting things come clear, the way morning fog burns off the lake. A friend writes: enlisted in the Air Force, put on weight and saw the...
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August 25, 2013 |
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Parte II: Solar en el solar de arena y excrementos con sus botas ceñidas sobre el pantalón de lana el hombre alimenta a las crías. lo espiamos agachados entre las zarzas. los animales...
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August 21, 2013 |
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We all live that moment over and over in a fluke went under and came back into where we never wanted to enter – a society we never wanted to join a split world abbreviated...
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August 20, 2013 |
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I dug a hole in the ground to bury my doubts near thin yellow bushes that die after five years. Standing over my open pit, I shout questions. They settle. I hear no response and...
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August 18, 2013 |
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Coltrain’s sax solo slides seductively like a serpent. Up & down, a pentatonic blues Scale. He is the music– beating on me like a prizefighter. Rhymatically....
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August 15, 2013 |
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Low like the mean dream of Newark the sky must have seemed to its builders. Rickety now, unhinging, I fear I’ll reach the end only thanks to magic –witch cauldrons soldered (eye of newt...