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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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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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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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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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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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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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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

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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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The World Holds its Breath

They don’t call French villagers malin – wily – for nothing.  We were inching forward in line at the only boulangerie in town, admiring the baguettes leaning like bayonets against the metal rack.  Should we try the pain de compagne, or a slim flute? … Continue reading

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Dear Hip

Dear Hip, you who made me, snug socket,master of the pivot, pea in a pod, bat hanging in its bone cave.Through sinuous turns you made me sinuous, hip. Cross-legged child to woman with legs.Dancer taking on hip hop kids, having … Continue reading

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