Two Poems

Two Poems

  Mesothelioma Sounds like a species of coral, or a flute carved from animal bone. Not lesions on my father’s left lung, sheath of hard plaque tumors, flesh trophies from his labors. Fixed boiler pipes rife with asbestos, installed tiles of this fireproof...
Two Poems

Two Poems

  The Thing Itself and Not The Myth   Take anything that stands beyond your ghostlike apparatus, The crenellated brain, the grasping neurons. All we might understand of understanding. Imagine how small the space between nodes Where the leap of lightning...
The Wonder

The Wonder

  We’re sitting idle, another day of no skin, no face up-turned. It’s not that rain streams us featureless, but there are bowls and there are bowls, and our faces yearn to hold light. Meanwhile the bright world, yellow and blue and crooked, puts on a show of...
Three Poems

Three Poems

  Life Sentence Remember when you lived by a single quote, repeated most days with a fundamentalist zeal, little need to say more? It was the plan, crystallizing your life. Ambivalence was weakness. Oh, it was revelation when it first arrived like a dove of hope,...
Boutonniere

Boutonniere

  In the blue bathroom, my mother’s hidden Kotex. My pajama crotch smeared with first blurred fire. Hard to describe the side yard: dog chain, verbena, teens bristling in collars of restless fire. Slow dancing with vertigo in my home-made gown. I catch the room...
December 20, 2016

December 20, 2016

  I learned a lot from the free museum lecture on the Reformation,  how it wasn’t really Holy or Roman or an Empire at all when I step back and let the big picture blur. That night at the trattoria, a stranger with thinning gray wisps  and shadow for shave...
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