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Six Francs Seventy-Five Each night we bought red wine from a small supermarket Not too far from the Seine, where an overweight deaf teller Smiled whenever we walked in. At the counter he read our lips As we bought the... Continue reading
Posted 14 hours ago at 3quarksdaily
Captain of the Lighthouse The late hour trickles into morning. The cattle low profusely by the anthill where brother and I climb and call Land’s End. We are watchmen overlooking a sea of hazel-acacia-green, over torrents of dust whipping about... Continue reading
Posted yesterday at 3quarksdaily
Adelle Explains Urgency to the Judge . A few hours before the wedding I started to draw again. I had never taken my sketches seriously. But these new pictures showed a mastery I never thought possible before. In those few... Continue reading
Posted 2 days ago at 3quarksdaily
I thought I was following a track of freedom and for awhile it was —Adrienne Rich Rivers/Roads Consider the earnestness of pavement its dark elegant sheen after rain, its insistence on leading you somewhere A highway wants to own the... Continue reading
Posted 3 days ago at 3quarksdaily
A Panic That Can Still Come Upon Me . If today and today I am calling aloud If I break into pieces of glitter on asphalt bits of sun, the din if tires whine on wet pavement everything humming If... Continue reading
Posted 5 days ago at 3quarksdaily
Alley The small alley Glimpsed from a fast train I wonder where it goes? Perhaps In my whole life In this alley where I shall never enter There People who I will never brush against A row of dwellings that... Continue reading
Posted 7 days ago at 3quarksdaily
My Grandparents' Generation . They are taking so many things with them: their sewing machines and fine china, their ability to fold a newspaper with one hand and swat a fly. They are taking their rotary telephones, and fat televisions,... Continue reading
Posted May 13, 2015 at 3quarksdaily
Minna Needs Rehearsal Space . Minna has gotten Lars to elaborate on his text. Lars has written, But I'm not really in love with you. Lars has always understood how to cut to the chase. Minna can't wring any more... Continue reading
Posted May 12, 2015 at 3quarksdaily
My Father-in-law at Twenty when mother-in-law is in China father-in-law will take off his shirt unwire the ancestral wok from the ancestral nail mix salt and steam and cigarette ash into the fried rice he learned to make in London.... Continue reading
Posted May 10, 2015 at 3quarksdaily
Life is two things— what you get and what you do with what you get ...................... —Roshi Bob Foxtrot In five days Raul will die from falling On a knife blade held in the fist of An acquaintance. His good... Continue reading
Posted May 9, 2015 at 3quarksdaily
Canto 28 of the Inferno I saw it, I’m sure, and I seem to see it still: A body with no head that moved along, moving no differently from all the rest; he held his severed head up by it... Continue reading
Posted May 8, 2015 at 3quarksdaily
Diameter . . You love your friend, so you fly across the country to see her. Your friend is grieving. When you look at her, you see that something’s missing. You look again. She seems all there: reading glasses, sarcasm,... Continue reading
Posted May 7, 2015 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 May 6, 2015 at 3quarksdaily
Lake Isle of Innisfree I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made: Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee; And live alone in... Continue reading
Posted May 3, 2015 at 3quarksdaily
Biohack Manifesto It is terrible to be trapped at DEF CON with not even Ray Kurzweil’s daughter to gaze upon I know some of you wish I would go wherever my people go, the factory, physical therapy, a telethon No!... Continue reading
Posted May 1, 2015 at 3quarksdaily
Breaking Pitch My father raises his hand to signal “enough,” but I’m still pitching, and the ball spins off my fingertips—a breaking pitch with so much stuff on it my imaginary batter is too baffled to swing, so much stuff... Continue reading
Posted Apr 30, 2015 at 3quarksdaily
Terms of Venery In droves and skeins and sords and doles, gleans, lofts, coffles, fevers, mysteries, shoals, by murders, bevies, drifts, mischiefs, as clews, as swarms, like living chainmail spread across the scene. The many separate but uniform configure one... Continue reading
Posted Apr 29, 2015 at 3quarksdaily
This one and That one and the Other have families This one and That one and the Other have families that are happy and solid, children, grandchildren even great-grandchildren, who are blonde and study hard, and verygoodkids, they are good... Continue reading
Posted Apr 28, 2015 at 3quarksdaily
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 Apr 26, 2015 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 Apr 25, 2015 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 Apr 24, 2015 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 Apr 23, 2015 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 Apr 21, 2015 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 Apr 19, 2015 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