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Begane Grond Our lift talks to me, as I go up or down, in a gentle, protective tone. “We are here,” she says “you may go”. She tells me the floor we have reached, always lets me know where I... Continue reading
Posted 18 hours ago at 3quarksdaily
Fern Hill Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green, The night above the dingle starry, Time let me hail and climb Golden in the heydays... Continue reading
Posted 2 days ago at 3quarksdaily
What The Old Woman Said I will tell you this. There was a garden by the pump. Fallow land given me. My father built flowerbeds. Offshoots of paths. Geometric patterns. Cuttings. Bulbs from my mother. The texture of earth. Stone.... Continue reading
Posted 6 days ago at 3quarksdaily
Fashion Craze We die more and more beautifully in Gianni Versace’s collection. Elegance is aesthetics’ nestling. We bustle about the churches of fashion believing that the orange will suit us. You kiss me in a changing room Look, it’s just... Continue reading
Posted 7 days ago at 3quarksdaily
Iris Wants to Learn to Float Her hair knows already, freed to its red vegetable self. Gravity dampened, I hold her as I could her first year— in two palms. Tell me how. She’s willing to lean back, stare through... Continue reading
Posted Aug 10, 2014 at 3quarksdaily
The Fall of Rome The piers are pummelled by the waves; In a lonely field the rain Lashes an abandoned train; Outlaws fill the mountain caves. Fantastic grow the evening gowns; Agents of the Fisc pursue Absconding tax-defaulters through The... Continue reading
Posted Aug 9, 2014 at 3quarksdaily
A Clarification Judas did not mean to “betray” me—he never even knew such big words. He was simply “a man of the market,” and all he did—when the buyers came—was sell me. Was the price too low? Not at all.... Continue reading
Posted Aug 8, 2014 at 3quarksdaily
The Chinese micro-carver Chen Zhongen can inscribe poems on a single strand of hair The Stylist I asked for a headful of sonnets (Petrarchan) from scalp to split end. Short-haired one, said he, the most I can do for you... Continue reading
Posted Aug 6, 2014 at 3quarksdaily
185 "Faith" is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency. by Emily Dickinson Continue reading
Posted Aug 5, 2014 at 3quarksdaily
"Before the beginning is the end of another beginning." —R.Bob History of the Future Again a new era has been promised. It’s already here, curled like a fetus. About to be born. They say it’s a new world. But here... Continue reading
Posted Aug 3, 2014 at 3quarksdaily
The Death of the Hired Man Mary sat musing on the lamp-flame at the table Waiting for Warren. When she heard his step, She ran on tip-toe down the darkened passage To meet him in the doorway with the news... Continue reading
Posted Aug 2, 2014 at 3quarksdaily
Sex After being told, "Oh, what would you know about it anyway." How the room rained down a mother's only blistering ash, her words lifting then settling clear and hot, then the branding of me complete. After she proclaimed to... Continue reading
Posted Aug 1, 2014 at 3quarksdaily
Van Gogh Well, he lived among us and hated winters. He moved to Arles where summer and blue jays obliged him to cut off his ear. Oh, they all said it was a whore but Rachel was innocent. When cypresses... Continue reading
Posted Jul 31, 2014 at 3quarksdaily
Comete Uphill in Melbourne on a beautiful day a woman is walking ahead of her hair. Like teak oiled soft to fracture and sway it hung to her heels and seconded her as a pencilled retinue, an unscrolling title to... Continue reading
Posted Jul 30, 2014 at 3quarksdaily
No More Clichés Beautiful face That like a daisy opens its petals to the sun So do you Open your face to me as I turn the page. Enchanting smile Any man would be under your spell, Oh, beauty of... Continue reading
Posted Jul 27, 2014 at 3quarksdaily
The War Works Hard How magnificent the war is! How eager and efficient! Early in the morning, it wakes up the sirens and dispatches ambulances to various places, swings corpses through the air, rolls stretchers to the wounded, summons rain... Continue reading
Posted Jul 26, 2014 at 3quarksdaily
Vincent's Shoes He built his palette around the ragged colors of her tortoise-shell calico, piled like clotted earth in a sunny corner. His worn soul embraced the tales of those crumpled old shoes— shredded laces, wilted leather— scuffed with the... Continue reading
Posted Jul 25, 2014 at 3quarksdaily
In My Spare Time During my long, boring hours of spare time I sit to play with the earth’s sphere. I establish countries without police or parties and I scrap others that no longer attract consumers. I run roaring rivers... Continue reading
Posted Jul 24, 2014 at 3quarksdaily
Veil of Religion If you are One and your teachings are One why did you inscribe our infancy in the Torah and adorn our youth in the Gospels only to erase all that in your final Book? Why did you... Continue reading
Posted Jul 23, 2014 at 3quarksdaily
. Now emerge the seeds the biting morning light catches the hands The bare shed lays down its walls before us Now – divine miracle rumbles the thunder piercing rays light up a slow stage the dark bull that undresses... Continue reading
Posted Jul 17, 2014 at 3quarksdaily
First Things to Hand In the skull kept on the desk. In the spider-pod in the dust. Or nowhere. In milkmaids, in loaves, Or nowhere. And if Socrates leaves His house in the morning, When he returns in the evening... Continue reading
Posted Jul 16, 2014 at 3quarksdaily
QE II is the Ocean Liner Dear Queen Elizabeth, Your Majesty, I found a pencil sharpener that belongs to you with E II R under a little crown stamped on it. I picked it out from other pencil sharpeners not... Continue reading
Posted Jul 12, 2014 at 3quarksdaily
The firstborn was handed back to them in a small cask not much bigger than a shoebox only wooden no more about it they took it home by pony and trap wasn’t the river in flood at the gate? they... Continue reading
Posted Jul 11, 2014 at 3quarksdaily
In the Secular Night In the secular night you wander around alone in your house. It's two-thirty. Everyone has deserted you, or this is your story; you remember it from being sixteen, when the others were out somewhere, having a... Continue reading
Posted Jul 4, 2014 at 3quarksdaily
Grass and Water The geese have their heaven and I have mine, though both are made of grass and water and both have sudden and subtle bridges where the carved stone changes color under the presumptive arches, and it is... Continue reading
Posted Jul 3, 2014 at 3quarksdaily