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Ritual You shot them. Two beautiful purebred dogs Siberian Huskies, each In the head, Once. They were sniffing around your chickens, Biting a few, Killing a few. And this I understand, Those birds are easily excitable, and they start Clucking,... Continue reading
Posted yesterday at 3quarksdaily
Insomnia I wake up in the middle of the night hear the house settling, the ceiling creaking realize I have no bottled water canned food, flashlight, rifle or bullets stored in the hidden room off of my office my children... Continue reading
Posted 3 days ago at 3quarksdaily
Crimson —“Darkening Red” a painting by Mark Rothko To explain crimson, the grotesque danger, the acute beauty and commotion of it, how it commands recollection, even after every trace is vanished, I describe our small faces smeared crimson sweet and... Continue reading
Posted 6 days ago at 3quarksdaily
A Soft, Bright Absence Oddly enough, relief rises when he opens the door. The steady thud of his steps, a falling night stick. He holds me & my heart thumps like the pulse of red & blue lights. The helicopter... Continue reading
Posted 7 days ago at 3quarksdaily
Another Island The old man sleeps on the little lawn of the Korean Rosicrucian Church. He positions himself like a cardboard cutout all over Echo Park, sometimes by the curb at Safeway, sometimes staring there into the traffic as if... Continue reading
Posted Jan 22, 2015 at 3quarksdaily
Protesting the Tornado —for the Westboro Baptist Church Tornados make no mistakes. We agree on this least of beliefs, that after disaster walls collapse back to ideas of houses, our careful game knocked to basic elements: raw planks, exposed nails.... Continue reading
Posted Jan 21, 2015 at 3quarksdaily
Toltecs . Radio about a foot-and-a-half wide swinging at his side. Three boys abreast and one has the radio playing loud rock they talk to as they walk past my house. Three boys dressed in their style of short jackets... Continue reading
Posted Jan 20, 2015 at 3quarksdaily
The QPP The quietly pacifist peaceful always die to make room for men who shout. Who tell lies to children, and crush the corners off of old men's dreams. And now I find your name, scrawled large in someone's blood,... Continue reading
Posted Jan 18, 2015 at 3quarksdaily
Gift He said: here is my soul. I did not want his soul but I am a Southerner and very polite. I took it lightly as it was offered. But did not chain it down. I loved it and tended... Continue reading
Posted Jan 17, 2015 at 3quarksdaily
Bloodlines I. Even in the dark, I’m ashamed of my lemon breasts, my peach-fuzzed midsection. I want to go back home to my father. To my bed with the threadbare blanket, the hand-carved cross over the headboard. I want a... Continue reading
Posted Jan 16, 2015 at 3quarksdaily
Expect Nothing Expect nothing. Live frugally On surprise. become a stranger To need of pity Or, if compassion be freely Given out Take only enough Stop short of urge to plead Then purge away the need. Wish for nothing larger... Continue reading
Posted Jan 15, 2015 at 3quarksdaily
Late Summer Fires The paddocks shave black with a foam of smoke that stays, welling out of red-black wounds. In the white of a drought this happens. The hardcourt game. Logs that fume are mostly cattle, inverted, stubby. Tree stumps... Continue reading
Posted Jan 13, 2015 at 3quarksdaily
Performance I starred that night, I shone: I was footwork and firework in one, a rocket that wriggled up and shot darkness with a parasol of brilliants and a peewee descant on a flung bit; I was blusters of glitter-bombs... Continue reading
Posted Jan 11, 2015 at 3quarksdaily
We Sinful Women . It is we sinful women who are not awed by the grandeur of those who wear gowns who don’t sell our lives who don’t bow our heads who don’t fold our hands together. It is we... Continue reading
Posted Jan 10, 2015 at 3quarksdaily
Letting Go I love the abandon of abandoned things the harmonium surrendering in a churchyard in Aherlow, the hearse resigned to nettles behind a pub in Carna, the tin dancehall possessed by convolvulus in Kerry, the living room that hosts... Continue reading
Posted Jan 8, 2015 at 3quarksdaily
Lullaby for a Daughter Go to sleep. Night is a coal pit full of black water— ................ night's a dark cloud full of warm rain. Go to sleep. Night is a flower resting from bees— ................ night's a green sea... Continue reading
Posted Jan 7, 2015 at 3quarksdaily
Invisible Waiter Maitreya Bodhisattva, raising a bite of rare steak to his mouth, said, “Even we sometimes get hungry. Mere peace of mind doesn’t satisfy the flesh, though, on the contrary, the sense of fullness at times does lead to... Continue reading
Posted Jan 6, 2015 at 3quarksdaily
I See You Dancing, Father . No sooner downstairs after the night’s rest In the middle of the kitchen floor. And as you danced You whistled. You made your own music Always in tune with yourself. Well, nearly always, anyway.... Continue reading
Posted Jan 4, 2015 at 3quarksdaily
Brand New Ancients See – all that we have here is all that we’ve always had. We have jealousy and tenderness and curses and gifts. But the plight of a people who have forgotten their myths and imagine that somehow... Continue reading
Posted Dec 31, 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 slip through the screened... Continue reading
Posted Dec 28, 2014 at 3quarksdaily
To Live in the Bordlerlands To live in the Borderlands means you are neither hispana india negra espanola ni gabacha, eres mestiza, mulata, half-breed caught in the crossfire between camps while carrying all five races on your back not knowing... Continue reading
Posted Dec 27, 2014 at 3quarksdaily
Bow City First abandoned was the telegraph. (The railway had found a straighter course). The silos emptied. The bank foreclosed itself. The last live bullet soothed the last lame horse. When the saloon snuck out, so did its drunk, followed... Continue reading
Posted Dec 26, 2014 at 3quarksdaily
Old Man Leaves Party It was clear when I left the party That though I was over eighty I still had A beautiful body. The moon shone down as it will On moments of deep introspection. The wind held its... Continue reading
Posted Dec 25, 2014 at 3quarksdaily
Another Day Without an Uprising everything that's wrong looms before us, everything we want seems just out of reach, a dream of a garden and you lower yourself into life ripe, moist, joyful but beyond the gate, poison lurks sneering,... Continue reading
Posted Dec 24, 2014 at 3quarksdaily
Sex The one book where we never lose out place spreads it's cover to a gooseflesh Braille. We are bookmarks slipped into each other. In that book, we read each night of a couple who go without touching for hours... Continue reading
Posted Dec 21, 2014 at 3quarksdaily