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Waiting for June
A high-backed, slatted chairas throne in a long-stemmed garden. A city beyond it with glass, suits, revelers:It changes by the hour. Cars bead the bridge, a laudableorganization if only we knew what it was. Here, in a garden between houses,the … Continue reading
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Tagged absence, climage change, nature poetry, summer blues, sun god, sunning
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Ezekiel Does Memorial Day
Someone snapped the light switch, and suddenly it’s summer. Suddenly people are having fun. The question mark of an existential figure that walked the streets alone, toting laptop and phone — he’s been replaced by friends and families walking in public … Continue reading
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Tagged carpe diem, frail as grass, living is easy, Memorial Day, poetry, Prophets, Summer living, Summertime
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Confused Spring Prayer
May I recognize my hilly landscapeand not expect to live in the plain.Know that I am the hills and ravines,the sun-drenched fields and deep shadows, gulleys, mustard fields, yellows,veils of light that drape like silk slips,brooding camisoles, mist from cigarettes, … Continue reading
Yo Mama!
I had been thinking about the representations of mothers, the usual suspects, until I bumped into Yo Mama, a collage by Wangechi Mutu, the indefatigable Kenyan-born artist. Boom! Here was the fiercest and coolest mother on the planet. I paused, wishing that all … Continue reading
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Tagged Feli Kuti; Mother's Day, mythic women, Wangechi Mutu
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The Art of Squirrel as Poem
Where the birds nestGreening treetopsA busy squirrel You think it’s found its branchIt leaps to another Propositions madeThen negated The ordinary sense We are used to makingFinds danger It scampers downTail blushing in the sun So much fun
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Tagged ars poetica, leaps of logic, poet aesthetic
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In Our Cups of Seder Freedom
Four glasses in, heaps of food and words, the feast of mouth-people overflows. The Reed Sea breathes. The message in the bottle passed forward each year — Ask, talk! Tell, tell! — God’s backward order that Exodus was a pretextfor us to tell the … Continue reading
Seasons: Everything All at Once
Seasons, the steady four,are now layered, entangled. To the bridge’s left, ships hoverin glacial water, a blue-lipped hue.Love or bankruptcy, horizon’s lower eyewatches time’s suspension a red-tailed hawk floatsabove the bay’s reverse face,tiny flowers burstin yellow and orange flesh of … Continue reading
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Tagged Four Seasons; Climate Change; Green Chaos; Simultaneity; Nonsequential occurences
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Flux, March
The pristine snow,abandoned, sinks — a sooty skin. Broken objectsrise up. An arm, stairs, cardboardboxes shockedby fetid air, my head pushes from themud, the primordial churn, seething, thick with saltyactivity. Shit or fish sauce? Callit March.
The Guest
For three weeks, I was a guest: to different showersAnd toilet flushes in the West, to coffee houses, to apps,to rosemary as box shrub. A guest to my suitcase. To hot tubs and skin in the garden of my tiny cottage. Guest to … Continue reading