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Ghazal for White Hen Pantry . beverly be the only south side you don’t fit in everybody in your neighborhood color of white hen brown bag tupperware lunch don’t fill you after school cross the street, count quarters with white... Continue reading
Posted yesterday at 3quarksdaily
Civilization Those are the people who do complicated things. they'll grab us by the thousands and put us to work. World's going to hell, with all these villages and trails. Wild duck flocks aren't what they used to be. Aurochs... Continue reading
Posted 3 days ago at 3quarksdaily
Spaces Space No center, no above, no below Ceaselessly devouring and engendering itself Whirlpool space And drop into height Spaces Clarities steeply cut Suspended By the night's flank Black gardens of rock crystal Flowering on a rod of smoke White... Continue reading
Posted 4 days ago at 3quarksdaily
Love Poem Entirely of Clichés Breathing a word but strictly between us there is this about you on the one hand or the other on the tip of my tongue. You of all things and of all people. . by... Continue reading
Posted 5 days ago at 3quarksdaily
Barbed Wire Consists of two tight-twisted, separate strands Conjoined as one: and not unlike, in fact, Our own familiar silver wedding bands, Though these are loosely woven, inexact, With wide interstices, so that each makes A circle of ellipses. Tightly... Continue reading
Posted 6 days ago at 3quarksdaily
Fire From My Mother Fire spirit… Fire heart… Fire breath… Breathing in, Nostrils flared, Out, lips pursed, Hearing echoes of you I am never alone You are here when I’m breathing fire, From this world, Never alone, breathing Fire from... Continue reading
Posted Jan 31, 2016 at 3quarksdaily
Losing a Voice in Summer . How many parts rumble it was how much gravel dark, light I don’t remember and it won’t echo for me from the shower stall though sometimes off the porch calling my own sons for... Continue reading
Posted Jan 30, 2016 at 3quarksdaily
A Supermarket in California What thoughts I have of you tonight, Walt Whitman, for I walked down the sidestreets under the trees with a headache self-conscious looking at the full moon. In my hungry fatigue, and shopping for images, I... Continue reading
Posted Jan 29, 2016 at 3quarksdaily
I Have This Way of Being . I have this, and this isn’t a mouth full of the names of odd flowers I’ve grown in secret. I know none of these by name but have this garden now, and pastel... Continue reading
Posted Jan 28, 2016 at 3quarksdaily
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The Gift he walked into the bakery to buy bread a big man well worn cowboy hat gentle face we were sitting at a table drinking our papaya juice and talking to the dona behind the counter he turned to... Continue reading
Posted Jan 24, 2016 at 3quarksdaily
more or less fifteen years ago more or less my father killed a man on the road with his car of course to him it isn’t more or less he knows the date the time to the minute the pattern... Continue reading
Posted Jan 22, 2016 at 3quarksdaily
Postscript And some time make the time to drive out west Into County Clare, along the Flaggy Shore, In September or October, when the wind And the light are working off each other So that the ocean on one side... Continue reading
Posted Jan 20, 2016 at 3quarksdaily
Minimum Wage My mother and I are on the front porch lighting each other’s cigarettes as if we were on a ten-minute break from our jobs at being a mother and son, just ten minutes to steal a moment of... Continue reading
Posted Jan 19, 2016 at 3quarksdaily
Look Not to Memories wear your colors like a present person today is here & now let the innocent past be in dignity: broken wing wilted lily shroud don’t look back the goodbook advises lest you become a pillar of... Continue reading
Posted Jan 17, 2016 at 3quarksdaily
Mist Low-anchored cloud, Newfoundland air, Fountain-head and source of rivers, Dew-cloth, dream-drapery, And napkin spread by fays; Drifting meadow of the air, Where bloom the daisied banks and violets, And in whose fenny labyrinth The bittern booms and heron wades;... Continue reading
Posted Jan 16, 2016 at 3quarksdaily
Flying at Night Above us, stars. beneath us, constellations. Five billion miles away, a galaxy dies like a snowflake falling on water. Below us, some farmer, feeling the chill of that distant death, snaps on his yard light, drawing his... Continue reading
Posted Jan 15, 2016 at 3quarksdaily
Before you could ever know what would happen, you happened. After you've known you happened, there’ll come a day you will not know you had happened. …………………….—Shiloh Reed When I was Conceived It was 1945, and it was May. White... Continue reading
Posted Jan 14, 2016 at 3quarksdaily
An Age of Miracles He walked to the window stared down twenty stories to the street gaseous and dizzy as a swamp not visible at this height but there had been a street down there and he knew It came... Continue reading
Posted Jan 13, 2016 at 3quarksdaily
In That Year And in that year my body was a pillar of smoke and even his hands could not hold me. And in that year my mind was an empty table and he laid his thoughts down like dishes... Continue reading
Posted Jan 12, 2016 at 3quarksdaily
I Called God I called God but there's no God. But there was God because I called God. And if there wasn't God what did I call? And I called, I called God. And there was, for a split second,... Continue reading
Posted Jan 10, 2016 at 3quarksdaily
Running in Point Lobos Today I am the massive grey whale, exploding great bursts of salt spray plumes, as I glide through rolling seas. Yesterday I was the fork-antlered, y-headed buck prancing on the needled floor of moss-drooped pine forests.... Continue reading
Posted Jan 9, 2016 at 3quarksdaily
An Arab shepherd is searching for his goat on Mount Zion. An Arab shepherd is searching for his goat on Mount Zion And on the opposite hill I am searching for my little boy. An Arab shepherd and a Jewish... Continue reading
Posted Jan 7, 2016 at 3quarksdaily
Letter Beginning with Two Lines by Czeslaw Miloz You whom I could not save, Listen to me. Can we agree Kevlar backpacks shouldn’t be needed for children walking to school? Those same children also shouldn’t require a suit of armor... Continue reading
Posted Jan 6, 2016 at 3quarksdaily
Dynamic Positioning It is dynamic positioning that Allows a semi-submersible the Ability to hover there over The well. It is a thirty-six inch tube, A casing, that extends down to allow The drill and bit to be rotated there; The... Continue reading
Posted Jan 5, 2016 at 3quarksdaily
The Panther His vision, from the constantly passing bars, has grown so weary that it cannot hold anything else. It seems to him there are a thousand bars; and behind the bars, no world. As he paces in cramped circles,... Continue reading
Posted Jan 2, 2016 at 3quarksdaily