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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 9 hours ago 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 yesterday 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 2 days ago 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 5 days ago 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 7 days ago 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
Is it Time to Go to Sleep Yet? . I just want to go to sleep and wake up not to a brighter day but to one less until I see you again. . by Sassan Tabatabai from Uzunburun Pen... Continue reading
Posted Nov 8, 2014 at 3quarksdaily
The One The enormous head and huge bulbed knees, elongated hands and feet, don't fit with the filed down chest, limbs of kindling, yet this is one whole boy, suspended in a cloth harness hooked to what looks like a... Continue reading
Posted Nov 7, 2014 at 3quarksdaily
"To each Begum is to be delivered as follows: one special dancing-girl of the dancing-girls of Sultan Ibrahim, with one gold plate full of jewels – ruby and pearl, cornelian and diamond, emerald and turquoise, topaz and cat’s-eye and two... Continue reading
Posted Nov 6, 2014 at 3quarksdaily
Just There We have not given up hope though we know in the end we will live in the place we do not wish to. At the beginning we will be unhappy even restless, we will not like – the... Continue reading
Posted Nov 4, 2014 at 3quarksdaily
The Story of the Arjun and the Krishnachura The Arjun tree stood alone in that field An Aryan male - a pillar of aristocracy All the other trees bowed to it This was merely the beginning of the story From... Continue reading
Posted Nov 2, 2014 at 3quarksdaily
Granizo To have been gone so long But to have forgotten hail, its name in Spanish, granizo, until a storm, as I drove toward a place named Golondrinas, eight miles from the main highway because I was enchanted by the... Continue reading
Posted Nov 1, 2014 at 3quarksdaily
In a Neighborhood in Los Angeles I learned Spanish from my grandma mijito don't cry she'd tell me on the mornings my parents would leave to work at the fish canneries my grandma would chat with chairs sing them old... Continue reading
Posted Oct 31, 2014 at 3quarksdaily
Mahayana Catholic Each morning I sit Stone still On a pillow And recite The Sutra on Loving Kindness, Then breathe. Afternoons I sit Stick stiff On my cushion And intone The Heart Of Understanding And breathe. At night I lie... Continue reading
Posted Oct 30, 2014 at 3quarksdaily
A Ball Rolls on a Point The whole ball of who we are presses into the green baize of a single tiny spot. A aural track of crackle betrays our passage through the fibrous jungle it's hot and desperate. Insects... Continue reading
Posted Oct 29, 2014 at 3quarksdaily
Hattie MacDaniels Arrives at the Coconut Grove late, in aqua and ermine, gardenias scaling her left sleeve in a spasm of scent, her gloves white, her smile chastened, purse giddy with stars and rhinestones clipped to her brilliantined hair on... Continue reading
Posted Oct 28, 2014 at 3quarksdaily
Hazards of Hindsight For a moment forget hindsight prudence and reconsideration Hindsight dry-cleans your speech Forget caution and correction don’t render me speechless with your reason – all I want from you is a quick artless response that knocks judgement... Continue reading
Posted Oct 26, 2014 at 3quarksdaily
Texts Waking up, Sitting up with a yawn, Rolling up the tattered mat, Tucking up the torn mundu, Walking along the hedges. Not for a lark. The muddy fields grimace, The cows wag their tails. Where is that long night... Continue reading
Posted Oct 25, 2014 at 3quarksdaily
An Arundel Tomb Side by side, their faces blurred, The earl and countess lie in stone, Their proper habits vaguely shown As jointed armour, stiffened pleat, And that faint hint of the absurd - The little dogs under their feet.... Continue reading
Posted Oct 23, 2014 at 3quarksdaily
Bridge Builder Bridge-builder I am between the holy and the damned between the bitter and the sweet between chaff and the wheat Bridge-builder I am between the goat and the lamb between the sermon and the sin between the princess... Continue reading
Posted Oct 22, 2014 at 3quarksdaily
The Men Who Wear My Clothes Sleepless I lay last night and watched the slow Procession of the men who wear my clothes: First, the grey man with bloodshot eyes and sly Gestures miming what he loves and loathes. Next... Continue reading
Posted Oct 19, 2014 at 3quarksdaily
Now Sing NOW sing: the guards howling beat him with obscenities. ......But he did. His legend is He was singing ...........................Venceremos when they shot him. Even for them, it was too much The killed him, they couldn't kill him enough.... Continue reading
Posted Oct 18, 2014 at 3quarksdaily
At 4 in the morning (apologies to Federico Garcia Lorca) . At four in the morning Too soon for birds. Too late for bats. Alone. At four in the morning Too soon for light, Its lying eyes not right. At... Continue reading
Posted Oct 17, 2014 at 3quarksdaily