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Mileva Maric …you will not expect any intimacy… nor will you reproach me in any way… She’s the physicist whose cabbage soup And lint brush gave Einstein the time to solve Time and also for Elsa and Miss S, His... Continue reading
Posted 7 hours ago at 3quarksdaily
Bully In the school auditorium, the Theodore Roosevelt statue is nostalgic for the Spanish-American war each fist lonely for a saber, or the reins of anguish-eyed horses, or a podium to clatter with speeches glorying in the malaria of conquest.... Continue reading
Posted yesterday at 3quarksdaily
Liberation . Captives Arise rise and chisel the mountains mountains of dead traditions mountains of blind beliefs mountains of cruel hatreds. In the prisons of our bodies countless restless bodies and grieving souls sob they wander ’round from stairway to... Continue reading
Posted 2 days ago at 3quarksdaily
Poet Builds a House all that we are arises with our thoughts, the Dhammapada says, with our thoughts we make the world …….thing one: tour the foundation, …….scrape down its roughness …….with the edge of a hammer head, …….dis the... Continue reading
Posted 5 days ago at 3quarksdaily
Corner of 50th St. and Fifth Av. Taking my usual walk I run into sirens flashing red, turning and a small crowd watching the dark-haired man with the thin mustache, PR about 30 maricón, a voice in the crowd shouts.... Continue reading
Posted 6 days ago at 3quarksdaily
Forgiveness The torturer removes a fingernail: No forgiveness for him. An old Nazi softens, laments: No, put him to death. He who hates: Give him a mirror and a gun. He who hates in the singular: Forgive him, once. The... Continue reading
Posted 7 days ago at 3quarksdaily
From the Republic of Conscience I When I landed in the republic of conscience it was so noiseless when the engines stopped I could hear a curlew high above the runway. At immigration, the clerk was an old man who... Continue reading
Posted Dec 12, 2014 at 3quarksdaily
Not Intrigued With Evening What the material world values does not shine the same in the truth of the soul. You have been interested in your shadow. Look instead directly at the sun. What can we know by just watching... Continue reading
Posted Dec 11, 2014 at 3quarksdaily
Two Decimal Sonnets . every hair of your head will stand up and hum and sing The great green YES that sweeps the days up one by one, unbuttons them and kisses spring into their bones; the god of goldenrod... Continue reading
Posted Dec 10, 2014 at 3quarksdaily
Slant Yesterday, for a long while, the early morning sunlight in the trees was sufficient, replaced by a hello from a long-limbed woman pedaling her bike, whereupon the wind came up, dispersing the mosquitoes. Blessings, all. I'd come so far,... Continue reading
Posted Dec 9, 2014 at 3quarksdaily
From The Pearl Works Little Yang Sing, Yuzu, Hunan, Wong Wong, Imperial Siam: all those bright syllables cascading into the bottle-bank at 5 a.m. ○ Spring. We get it. After weeks on ice, buckets of pussy willow outside Woo Sang... Continue reading
Posted Dec 7, 2014 at 3quarksdaily
Earthwish —after ‘Irisch’ by Paul Celan Grant me the wayleave across the draw-bridge to your sleep, the by-your-leave to wend the wild meanders of your dreams, the privilege, now I’m fit, to split the turf along your breast’s incline come... Continue reading
Posted Dec 6, 2014 at 3quarksdaily
Fathom …the furthest distances I’ve travelled have been those between people .............................– Leontia Flynn 1. Father (at the Forty-foot Gentlemen’s Bathing Place) Seven thirty a.m. and I love that men are different when wet. We’re sea-changed, leagues of seals, rasping,... Continue reading
Posted Dec 4, 2014 at 3quarksdaily
Among Other Things . The rest have driven to the mall. Any second now will be too dark. This close to the edge, among other things, I read. Leaves rattle overhead. Little pockets of canned applause sift through the screened... Continue reading
Posted Dec 3, 2014 at 3quarksdaily
Poem Ending With a Sentence by Heath Ledger . Each grinding flattened American vowel smashed to centerlessness, his glee that whatever long ago mutilated his mouth, he has mastered to mutilate you: the Joker's voice, so unlike the bruised, withheld,... Continue reading
Posted Nov 30, 2014 at 3quarksdaily
Wolf Between the Trees . His wife, his wife, his daughter, his daughter, his granddaughter, her brother, knelt in a circle in huckleberry woods, digging with fingers, under pine needles, a small hole in which to place smoking sweetgrass, optic... Continue reading
Posted Nov 29, 2014 at 3quarksdaily
Grace . Eyes open in the womb. The struggle arrives to turn darkness into light. Dangling on the wings of the Phoenix. The creative process begins to turn ugly. Vandalizing and robbing graves of child prodigies turning into serious discussions... Continue reading
Posted Nov 26, 2014 at 3quarksdaily
Closet Case . why is it that you always say the most significant things when you’re walking away or looking into your closet searching for something to wear you must know I think that I cannot make out what you’re... Continue reading
Posted Nov 23, 2014 at 3quarksdaily
Work Cutting in the cane fields or hacking back scrub, it was something we were used to: after all, we were farmers. We’d gather every morning before setting out, then cutting all day in the jungle and marshes. We’d come... Continue reading
Posted Nov 22, 2014 at 3quarksdaily
Deruta I once spent Thousands of dollars On therapy Wondering often Who was benefitting The most Was it I Or my therapist Who had the unfortunate Name – Jasnow Which inspired The phrase Jazz now – pay later Nowadays millions... Continue reading
Posted Nov 21, 2014 at 3quarksdaily
Brand New Ancients . In the old days the myths were the stories we used to explain ourselves. But how can we explain the way we hate ourselves, the things we’ve made ourselves into, the way we break ourselves in... Continue reading
Posted Nov 18, 2014 at 3quarksdaily
Matins: Annunciation Force eight from Lundy and the Irish Sea in the dark moon of the solstice. Alarmed awake at midnight, sleet slashing across the window glass, blurring the street-lit world. Packing the van in drenched Jack Pyke: Lazerlight lamp-kit,... Continue reading
Posted Nov 16, 2014 at 3quarksdaily
Chai —(for Micky Absil) I've only seen a photograph — boats anchored on the muddy shoals of the Ganges. Splintered canopies on top of blistered bows and sterns, sari'd women leaving their men to wash, or launch the dead among... Continue reading
Posted Nov 13, 2014 at 3quarksdaily
Glacier . One might have been born for such sharp alignment: The white curve of an arch quietly concentric To the bowl of my skull, my knees midway Between a pair of columns, the feet of a chair In line... Continue reading
Posted Nov 12, 2014 at 3quarksdaily
Written for Old Friends in Yang-jou City While Spending the Night on the Tung-lu River . I hear the apes howl sadly In dark mountains. The blue river Flows swiftly through the night. The wind cries In the leaves on... Continue reading
Posted Nov 9, 2014 at 3quarksdaily