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Crates Observe that when I speak of crates your mind provides one straight away. Likely you are thinking of the fruiterer’s crate; a shallow slatted box of rain-matted pine, the archetype of apples stencilled on the side, a cartouche slot... Continue reading
Posted 7 hours ago at 3quarksdaily
33 Years Old Upon my arrival in Stuttgart, sad news: a strong young man, supermarket worker killed himself going to buy things at a supermarket. I’m 33 and I know that he was too and will be, eternally . .... Continue reading
Posted 4 days ago at 3quarksdaily
The Glassblowers, 6 A.M. Night draws its plough through the fields. A fine mist: the breath of a black horse, dreaming. Under its eyelid, the moon. This early no one wakes but the glassblowers secretive insects in their hive. At... Continue reading
Posted 5 days ago at 3quarksdaily
Ezra Pound’s Proposition Beauty is sexual, and sexuality Is the fertility of the earth and the fertility Of the earth is economics. Though he is no recommendation For poets on the subject of finance, I thought of him in the... Continue reading
Posted 7 days ago at 3quarksdaily
Revenge At times ... I wish I could meet in a duel the man who killed my father and razed our home, expelling me into a narrow country. And if he killed me, I'd rest at last, and if I... Continue reading
Posted Apr 23, 2016 at 3quarksdaily
Home . Driving Route 20 to Syracuse past pastures of cows and falling silos you feel the desert stillness near the refineries at the Syrian border. Walking in fog on Mecox Bay, the long lines of squawking birds on shore,... Continue reading
Posted Apr 22, 2016 at 3quarksdaily
"In war there are only humans, method and grief." ......................................... —Enoch Smith Song of the Forward Artillery Observer I saw them first as the ghosts I would make them, Green in the sorcery of Starlight. Don’t put them under the... Continue reading
Posted Apr 20, 2016 at 3quarksdaily
‘so rare a thing is absolute congeniality in every attitude and habit even among dear friends’ —Petrarch Ascent of Ben Bulben —i.m. George Watson There are two ways of climbing to the summit of Ben Bulben: one behind Drumcliff churchyard,... Continue reading
Posted Apr 17, 2016 at 3quarksdaily
Poetry Who broke these mirrors and tossed them shard by shard among the branches? And now… shall we ask L’Akhdar to come and see? Colors are all muddled up and the image is entangled with the thing and the eyes... Continue reading
Posted Apr 16, 2016 at 3quarksdaily
Address There are many ways of saying Chinese in American. One means restaurant. Others mean comprador, coolie, green army. I’ve been practicing how to walk and talk, how to dress, what to do in a silk shop. How to talk.... Continue reading
Posted Apr 15, 2016 at 3quarksdaily
luam/asa-luam .... the afterworld sea there was a water song that we sang when we were going to fetch river from the river, it was filled with water sounds & pebbles. here, in the after-wind, with the other girls, we... Continue reading
Posted Apr 14, 2016 at 3quarksdaily
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A Total Non-apology Don’t ask my view of humankind, of God. We’re eddies in the ocean mind of God. I grin from yearbook pages, bright as pins and primed to prick the fat behind of God. O Holy Father, how... Continue reading
Posted Apr 10, 2016 at 3quarksdaily
Fire and Ice Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough... Continue reading
Posted Apr 8, 2016 at 3quarksdaily
At the Wailing Wall I figure I have to come here with my kids, though I’m always ill at ease in holy places— the wars, for one thing—and it’s the substanceless that sets me going: the holy words. Though I... Continue reading
Posted Apr 7, 2016 at 3quarksdaily
Lust If only he could touch her, Her name like an old wish In the stopped weather of salt On a snail. He longs to be Words, juicy as passionfruit On her tongue. He’d do anything, Would dance three days... Continue reading
Posted Apr 5, 2016 at 3quarksdaily
Per Fumum (through smoke) My mother became an ornithologist when the grackle tumbled through barbecue smoke and fell at her feet. Soon she learned why singers cage birds; it can take weeks to memorize a melody –  the first days lost... Continue reading
Posted Apr 3, 2016 at 3quarksdaily
Origin of the World I hereby close the gates between my legs till further notice For an unlimited period, due to maintenance. No bearers of first fruit will come No pilgrims will make pilgrimage No prayers made under the empty... Continue reading
Posted Apr 1, 2016 at 3quarksdaily
Wayside Shrines Doomed as I was to follow a big rig laden with pigs and a wrecker with its intermittent strobe I was all the more conscious of piles of rock marking the scene of a crash, some with handwritten... Continue reading
Posted Mar 29, 2016 at 3quarksdaily
A Prism: Wet With Wars this is the chapter of devastation this is our oasis an angle where wars intersect tyrants accumulate around our eyes and in the shackle’s verandah there is enough space for applause let us applaud another... Continue reading
Posted Mar 27, 2016 at 3quarksdaily
Elegy For Jane Kenyon (2) . Jane is big with death, Don sad and kind – Jane though she’s dying is full of mind We talk about the table the little walnut one how it’s like Emily Dickinson’s But Don... Continue reading
Posted Mar 26, 2016 at 3quarksdaily
Beso’s Song Beso was damaged, thrown away. I would cover my ears and weep, bent with grief if he began to sing like Orpheus. Would it still be a human being, swollen with hearing, that survived his song? by Richard... Continue reading
Posted Mar 25, 2016 at 3quarksdaily
This Might Be Real How long in a cold room will the tea stay hot? What about reality interests you? How long can you live? Were you there when I said this might be real? How much do you love?... Continue reading
Posted Mar 19, 2016 at 3quarksdaily
Lunar Eclipse A maid comes running into the house talking about things beyond belief, about the sky all turned to blue glass, the moon to a crystal of black quartz. It rose a full ten parts round tonight, but now... Continue reading
Posted Mar 17, 2016 at 3quarksdaily
Love After Love The time will come when, with elation, you will greet yourself arriving at your own door, in your own mirror, and each will smile at the other’s welcome, and say, sit here. Eat. You will love again... Continue reading
Posted Mar 16, 2016 at 3quarksdaily
Muchas Gracias por Todo This plane has landed thanks to God and his mercy. That’s what they say in Jordan when the plane sets down. What do they say in our country? Don’t stand up till we tell you. Stay... Continue reading
Posted Mar 13, 2016 at 3quarksdaily