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“Slow Seed”
“Listen to a nurse tell how she holds a phone for hours / as dying patients FaceTime family. / Twenty in four days. / Tell me how she does this.”
Poetry |
“Make Your Home in the Imperfect Present” and “Two Stones”
“How many times have you awakened / to one more stage rehearsal / for the main event // that never seems to happen?”
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“Twelve,” “Conduit” and “Permit me to write my own ending”
“Someone was in the house, in my room I tell the police. The summer / I turn 12, standing in the kitchen Karate Kid cocky. Fingers wild // with popsicle juice & the murder of flying ants, their bodies burst cranberry / on the wood parquet …”
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“Or What Else Could We Do But Raise Our Hands?”
“… when silt, dust, / shards, erase boundaries, words / break down, and scattered letters / run wild in search of meaning // we raise our hands …”
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“February in Deep Melancholy” and “Morning”
“She’s calling from a great distance. / The bulbs are coming back! The ones we ripped out! / They’re coming back! She’s moving around, / speaking quickly between things.”
Poetry |
“Having You”
“… partly because of your hanging back on your heels to my pushing / ahead on my toes, yes, / partly because of that I am free to push ahead …”
Poetry |
“Letter to Time,” “That Kiss” and “All Told”
“Let me say it again: / do not come back and hang out in my garden. / You’ll frighten the children / and the leaves will fall – I’ve seen it happen.”
Poetry |
“Three weeks” and “Retail requiem”
“May we guard against those forces / shuttled through their online replacements, / may we one day understand the psychosis / that built then eroded what it built, that was us”
Poetry |
“Nocturne with Shaved Head”
“I learned tonight you shouldn’t / dig a grave on a Monday unless you want to dig another one / within the year”
Poetry |
“Today Is the Feast Day”
“Today is the feast day / Of moving to the mountain / And a house in the clouds / Away from the city and people there feeling / Unsettled as clouds”
Poetry |
“Who Knows, Maybe,” “Above the Graffitied Wall” and “Euphrates”
“Who, now, can recall / the impetuous fire sizzling in the veins / of the world? A cold spell, and its impenetrable / forms are dispersed.”
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“Wild Mother Apples of Tian Shan”
“Nikolai Vavilov’s family knew the gaunt aunt / of famine. He grew consumed with seeds / and craving, peeled away / in delicate curls their genetic passions … “
Poetry |
“Farmers” and “The Long Goodbye”
“Each mass I’d / Stare at the wall / Where the farmers // Stood and smoked, / Near the door, / Before the fields.”
Poetry |
“Nest”
“I shouldn’t have gotten so close, my breath frosting the glass, // when I’m certain I surprised it, two heads perked up, / and after a moment, flew.”
Poetry |
“Swear –,” “Anemone,” and “Paris … Moscow, 1925”
“I — still here / at my bodily outpost — / in this city / of resplendent indifference, / penury, / a feral winter in the soul …”