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Poem
Apr.28.2008
Log-littered beach Bleached and salted carcasses of trees Snow-capped peak floating Above dark hump of shore Brown water Mountains hunched at horizon Cloud-hatted Dismal dun-grey sand Mad flapping multi-colored kite July 11th 5:36 pm is Loneliness making marks in ink.
Apr.28.2008
There is an end to shadows. Burned away by the fireball drunk like chocolate by the earth licking its foamy lips with the tides. Mountain ranges, humming birds, bricked cities, called to cold sucked into the edgeless kingdom. Death is a toe-nail paring, an oily sack in the weeds. The beggar on plastic sacks laughs in her sleep. Waking, remembers only the punch-...
Apr.28.2008
                                                        for KVL Jealousy is frozen water Black-ice glare, reflecting a mottled twin, vague Unexpected call between theater and a late dinner mention of a man insubstantial as shadow but deflecting my questions admonishing me not too call again too late The call has two faces like the handset of the phone: ruddy sun...
Poem
Apr.28.2008
For KVL Delicacy is measure. A butterfly’s foot would crush an ant. And so, luminous wings which dazzle human eyes warn the frail. Irridescence of the dead is beauty in the Raven’s eye, silvery marriage of fur fluid, and thirsty earth. All things honor this bed:...
Poem
Apr.28.2008
In the corner of the bar where it meets the wall of a restaurant where boys with pony-tails shout in Japanese a warm bowl of rice comforts my palm. Oshinko pickles, solitary meal. A wooden Buddha half-closed eyes peering into not-so lucky bamboo parched in an empty waterglass filled with clear marbles. Noisy bustle of the room Silent request of the plants Offer...
Apr.26.2008
In August after the February Ruth died, Reviewing the summer’s photographs I find the perfect image of my son’s fourteenth year, anticipate the sending and grandmother’s delight As if sliced by paper, my eyes tear, jolted to remember we won’t do that again. Ever.
Poem
Apr.26.2008
“If memory is to have a mouth, it must be mine.” They have buried a President on every network. For days extolling his chipper good cheer, wisdom of the saints, the grand vision. Wolf Blitzer, dimmest and most credulous of men, shocked by the ordinary, turning belly-up to power, begs silence for the plane  bearing the exalted corpse. Idiocy abounds: “Consider...
Poem
Apr.26.2008
Conversation around me clinks like shells rolling in surf, crescendos, crests, hisses arrives at my table. “I love Jimmy. I love him”, a chic girl coos, breathless over sea-weed littered  with the bodies of shrimp.   I bribe pigeons with bread. They burble and posture, fluff and preen, nibble crackers and French baguette like the starlings and shrikes...
Poem
Apr.26.2008
Trees combing water from fog sigh and sing plink             splat          plunk glistening tar.
Poem
Apr.26.2008
  Furred with sand A gleeful boy runs along the deck As Nick and I unload the canoe. A family parties in rowdy chaos Balls arc and people run Skinny boys with tattoos and shapeless trunks Smoke, arc pearls from hair, joke Food is passed while small fry Charged with excitement hop into the water clamber up the waiting boat.   Nick and I have fished for...