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Bolchevescent . You stand far from the crowd, adjacent to power. You consider the edge as well as the frame. You consider beauty, depth of field, lighting to understand the field, the crowd. Late into the day, the atmosphere explodes... Continue reading
Posted 9 hours ago at 3quarksdaily
The Room Next Door I want to go to the room next door. Is it a forest, sad and Slavic Its old bears barreling past sickly pines? A sombrous sanctuary Where beds of brown with vaulted views Inform the sky... Continue reading
Posted yesterday at 3quarksdaily
The Child Who Was Shot Dead . The child is not dead the child raises his fists against his mother who screams Africa screams the smell of freedom and heather in the locations of the heart under siege The child... Continue reading
Posted 2 days ago at 3quarksdaily
Clown in the Moon My tears are like the quiet drift Of petals from some magic rose; And all my grief flows from the rift Of unremembered skies and snows. I think, that if I touched the earth, It would... Continue reading
Posted 3 days ago at 3quarksdaily
The New Song For some time I thought there was time and that there would always be time for what I had a mind to do and what I could imagine going back to and finding it as I had... Continue reading
Posted 5 days ago at 3quarksdaily
Eve of the Ascent ........... —Yosemite National Park. Neither level nor inhospitable. near the summit the ridgeline gentles, the bald rock ringed (unevenly) with pines. We’re gathered by two campstoves in the lee of giant boulders, our faces sun-beatified gold-violet.... Continue reading
Posted 7 days ago at 3quarksdaily
Steampunk At the center of beautiful women who do not love us burns a white flame. We are machines that consume and desire and wont for such abiding loneliness that to invite it is to extract blossoms from the rain.... Continue reading
Posted Apr 18, 2015 at 3quarksdaily
The Unthinkable It wants the grandest place – the heavenly – albeit not on the horizon, neither between here and there nor before, nor beside, nor behind the borders of space. Remain neutral – this is the outline – supple... Continue reading
Posted Apr 17, 2015 at 3quarksdaily
As Her Husband Sleeps, Sonya Tells a Story . …right in front of the approaching train a woman and a man fuck in the snow. Consider, my soul, this texture of stubbornness and quiet: as she falls and rises above... Continue reading
Posted Apr 14, 2015 at 3quarksdaily
Let me tell you about my marvelous god Let me tell you about my marvelous god, how he hides in the hexagons of the bees, how the drought that wrings its leather hands above the world is of his making,... Continue reading
Posted Apr 12, 2015 at 3quarksdaily
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Moonlight in Mourning of Someone . An eyewitness recounts: “At the beginning I was simply stunned by what he was doing, when I saw him walking above the tips of silver- grass swaying in the breeze, wondering if he wasn’t... Continue reading
Posted Apr 11, 2015 at 3quarksdaily
At a Happiness Symposium in Wales . A psychologist said Graveyards may help you feel happier, visit a graveyard when you are depressed There is a thin line between life and death, my friend and I am a graveyard I... Continue reading
Posted Apr 8, 2015 at 3quarksdaily
My Tongue Softens on the Other Name . In my mother’s backyard washing snaps above chillies and wild rosemary. Kapokbos, cottonwool bush, my tongue softens on the rosemary’s other name. Brinjal, red peppers and paw-paw grow in the narrow channel... Continue reading
Posted Apr 7, 2015 at 3quarksdaily
These are the days of miracles and wonder ........................... —Paul Simon, Graceland Changing Times Three minute spaghetti. Boil in the bag fish. Pot noodle. A mug of Batchelor’s instant soup, amaze me nearly as much as microwaves, my new laptop... Continue reading
Posted Apr 5, 2015 at 3quarksdaily
I Saw Myself . I saw myself a ring of bone in the clear stream of all of it and vowed, always to be open to it that all of it might flow through and then I heard ”ring of... Continue reading
Posted Apr 4, 2015 at 3quarksdaily
“The evening goes blind, and you are only twenty.” – Nathan Alterman, Late Afternoon in the Market Woman Martyr You are only twenty and your first pregnancy is a bomb. Under your broad skirt you are pregnant with dynamite and... Continue reading
Posted Apr 3, 2015 at 3quarksdaily
Genetics My father’s in my fingers, but my mother’s in my palms. I lift them up and look at them with pleasure – I know my parents made me by my hands. They may have been repelled to separate lands,... Continue reading
Posted Apr 1, 2015 at 3quarksdaily
According to the inhabitants of the Trobriand Islands "a remarkable thing happens to the spirit immediately after its exodus from the body. ...the baloma (which is the main form of the dead man's spirit) goes to Tuma, a small island..."... Continue reading
Posted Mar 29, 2015 at 3quarksdaily
The Morning In the morning At 5 The dry Metallic echo After the loaded trucks That shattered the doors of sleep. And the final ‘adieu’ of the day before And the final steps on the damp tiles And your last... Continue reading
Posted Mar 27, 2015 at 3quarksdaily
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Approaching Those ‘Ruddy’ Belisha Beacons Near the Post Office Again You can see them from a long way off, From when you pass the half-visible ponies In the field where the school was By the bus shelter with the bloke... Continue reading
Posted Mar 25, 2015 at 3quarksdaily
Birds in the Garden of the Cairo Marriott And you, little birds, are waiters but not smiling, hopping at the sad indignity of that man (he said Detriot was home) on his second giant burger; with your quick in-and-out besieging... Continue reading
Posted Mar 22, 2015 at 3quarksdaily
Unladylike In her father’s land they plant bombs as it rains sand and angry prayers sent west, her country an hourglass of deformed snow globes, trickle of broken roads, every family a house with pillars missing. The night tricks silence... Continue reading
Posted Mar 21, 2015 at 3quarksdaily
I Think / I Am . Descartes said, “I think, therefore I am.” But, by one mythic star, God, cutting to the chase, probably said,“I think, therefore you are,” then, without thinking added (to a roll of drums), “but I... Continue reading
Posted Mar 20, 2015 at 3quarksdaily
Los Alamos Mon Amour The second before and the eternity after the smile that split the horizon from ear to ear, the kiss that scorched the desert dunes to glass and sealed the sun in its frozen amber. Eyelids are... Continue reading
Posted Mar 18, 2015 at 3quarksdaily
A Walk With History how do you write history in a language that has no past tense? i don’t ask for it more than once history stumbles over me how is it that you are part of history if you... Continue reading
Posted Mar 15, 2015 at 3quarksdaily