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December 26, 2019 |
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COUNTING EVERY PETAL The ground is finally bare, the snow vanished into it as if it had not smothered the world for months. It might wrap its shroud around us again. We...
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December 26, 2019 |
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THE MIND-BODY PROBLEM A woman is housing, is keeping the darks from the lights, is splitting wings from breasts, dividing one into knives and spoons, answering: What’s for...
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December 23, 2019 |
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A MEMORY OF WATER It rains because another body has fled its wounds. It rains because morning is sick with drought. It rains because only water has memory. It rains & someone’s...
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December 22, 2019 |
in Poetry |
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THE PRESTIGE Boys desire to be desired, too. Boys move out of single parent homes & into double occupant condos of unwilling to fix foundations so they never...
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December 11, 2019 |
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1. Using This Booklet “This booklet does not offer a plan for recovery from alcoholism” (Living Sober, Intro) There is no chronology in addiction. It is always where it...
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December 3, 2019 |
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NIGHT Autumn to Winter hastens like a goat that will eat anything from a can to kidney pie. My inscrutable design for a good night’s sleep is not to dwell on such images but...
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November 26, 2019 |
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THE GENETIAN She told the three Russian soldiersshe would gather snails that day,and she picks their brown and white shellsfrom the dew-drenched land,and in her satchel she had...
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November 26, 2019 |
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The piping plover, hailed one day each summer for its resurgence in the Rockaways, Queens, lives protected in camouflaged nests on the beach. Tangier Island in the middle of...
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November 25, 2019 |
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Henry Hudson’s boat. September 2, 1609 The actual founding of New York City occurred in 1615 when the New Netherland Company, a subsidiary of the Dutch East India Company chartered to...
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November 23, 2019 |
in Poetry |
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For Debra Alessandra 1.I was in Mimi’s garage apartment, three blocks from our high school and packed floor to ceiling with her kinetic collages and black and white photos, with Deb...
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November 23, 2019 |
in Poetry |
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MILK Milk arrives like a blessing in my dreams— blue-white as a glacial waterfall from a far-off thaw. In my most joyous dream, a precious rare appearance, I am old—old as...
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November 23, 2019 |
in Poetry |
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SPIRITUAL Real estate plants another tombstone— “For Sale” signs on every block Like the rest of the city, a...
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November 18, 2019 |
in Poetry |
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Anyone—or I— couldn’t tolerate what was late in arriving. I squinted to figure out where you might have been, but darkness disconnected me from the circumspection of mankind....
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November 18, 2019 |
in Poetry |
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Carvaggio...
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November 18, 2019 |
in Poetry |
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Her elegant hands caressing rich dark fur, smiling like she ate a muffin, eyes open but in a closed place, she’s not the diamond set above the BULOVA, she’s the spoke of the time. Let...