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Hot Damn
If I keep my doors open –propped with a shoe or block – everything pours in A city licked, hot rage, a pit of immolation, a mess ofhumanity tempted to leap, grieving for lost secrets, trinkets, old diaries, ardencies,hot notes of love … Continue reading
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Tagged collective grief, LA Fire, love, natural disasters, opportunism, Palisades fire, Trump, values
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Play It Again, Sam
Once thought it a white man’s thing –righteous poems lamenting time –when fingertips that steady the fruit knifescrape garlic, soothe kids know truth. Now end of day, end of year silver threads of dusk hover on short hours. Family that made the … Continue reading
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Tagged blues, existential questions, legacy, mortality, New Years, resolutions
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The Holidays as 1001 Nights
The holidays are so full and strange, how do you put your finger on them? (They’re like angels, amorphous, without gender, age, bodily materiality.) Not knowing how to celebrate – what do Santa Claus and Jesus have to do with each other? – … Continue reading
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Tagged adult children, Christmas, Daughters, family, hanukkah, holidays
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Bright Rim of Ear Lyric
Asterisks and diamond dropsand the cold, so cold,Lording-over-us blue and the rose chill – sky’s bright rim of ear, so cold, asking to be nibbled this renegade that escaped,a maraschino cherrya cocktail on ice so raw and belovedthe song’s song be-longing in … Continue reading
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Tagged crepescule, here and now, nature poetry, poetry, twilight, winter
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Broadcast Moon
The misted moon as variety of black and white TV—backdrop, desk and headshotof nightly news in the 60s – stern, nervy, full of filament unfed, unfulfilled it speaks, never clearly, across light years inkling of a vaster meaningthan petty characters preening … Continue reading
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Tagged cosmos, Cronkite, existential questions, poetry, random radio fluctuations, uncertainty, Wittgenstein
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The Art (a)Part
So many forebodings in the dark, so much dark. The dark of the cinema spared by fire and bombs of a World War – my mom, that little redhead, her Jersey drugstore, Fords, Astaire? Now I understand the world so various – … Continue reading
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Tagged Bertold Brecht, dialectical, full circle, memory, poetry, singing the dark times, unity, World War
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A Brief Encounter
Stark, a shock, magenta tree intensity matched, Briefly, against a sky darkening periwinkleSwirled with black, call it dream this carriageOf color held in its passage, these leaves red When day-dressed, now in evening glamour, Black-rose, killer berry, two energiesPaired married two shades … Continue reading
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Tagged chokecherry, fall sunset, nature poetry, poetry, saturation, seasonal change
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Blink Twice
That sitting in the sunhasn’t changed wheneverything has changed though houses stand streetwiselike gaps in a young girl’s teeth water will seep slowlyunder your fingernails drip by insidious dripsomeone’s nails turn black black velvet paintings once plunged you into raving pleasure zones will you ever get back
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Tagged absurd, Cassandra, new normal, poetry, premonition, surreality, umheimlich
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Continue to Speak this Dialect
“Continue to speak this dialect, now that the house is burning” Giorgio Agamben on poetry, When the House Burns Down. What luxury, this rage! It keeps me hot and vital as any heart medication. First the human project, then the sputtered failure of words. … Continue reading
After Angel Food
The sun did rise again, no buts. Well, a great many things have been saidin the cauldron of hours. We have not beenshaken out of the cage of the bingo spinner.Ginkgo leaves approximate the sun’s brightness; are brightness themselves; no cancelling their it-ness. … Continue reading
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Tagged After manna, C.D. Wright, everyday miracles, poetry, ShallCross
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