Poetry

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“The Silence”

“All were denounced / as party pariahs & traitors / & the White House attorney // said in public that one / ‘should be shot.'”

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“Dido Sotiriou Says Farewell Anatolia, Over and Again”

“Let’s say two million Greeks were never expelled / from Asia Minor. That her protagonist, Axiotis Manolis, // could stay in Turkey and quietly farm / what he was certain would be his small plot // of everlasting life …”

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“Crown Shyness”

“We approached some fragile union, / but it could not be sustained. You threatened secrets / I already knew. You missed the house wren’s song / because  you kept talking.”

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“Courses”

“The first time I ate rhubarb Mom and I went out to the patch / beside the old hog shed to pick it, twisting and pulling it up / from the root, we sat on the stoop while she cut the stalks away / from the fronds …”

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“Phantom State” & “About the Pen”

“My brother is bent / over a computer 204 miles away. / Rootlessness is not so much a betrayal  / as it is a logical extension, my father / shouts. Of what? I ask. I can’t hear his / answer.”

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“Provenance,” “Fugue” & “Fin du Monde”

“Theirs, a brief effusion, brief as these words: / experience, memory, perception, exchanged / for chronic interconnectedness, surveillance, / former democratic rule turned demagoguery.”

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“The Gulls (The Eagle)”

“There was a choice I had to make and I made it. And sometimes I think the // voice in my head tells me I didn’t make it. That everyone else made the choice, and I floated / instead like a gull over the surface of its water …”

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“Remainders”

“When my mother died / twenty-seven years / of appointment books / sat in her closet, / each errand noted / and checked off once done …”

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“The Nine Children of Mariana Gluza”

“what does it mean   if your family / erases you   as a child   was the grief   of your death / too much   to bear   or were you   replaceable”

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“Go On, Then,” “Fire” & “Vanishing Points”

One of these days, Alice! / roared from the screen on weekend poker nights / while Connor or Cooney or Burke was riffling the cards. / In pajamas, we slid our faces through the staircase bars.”

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“Notes on Recovery”

“I lowered her into her chair / and she kissed my hands again // and again, lips like paper / drinking the last of our story.”

 

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“Little Mirror”

“… then a fish swimming close /  to the image of something familiar, //  but from another world, this molten / phenomenon, which might be wreckage // from a lighthouse keeper’s mantle …”