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Only
This is only one street. One streetlamp. It is only your face illuminated by brownstones and moonlight, The clean shell of you. It is only the rain, this night, This rain like poison Singing softly. I am telling you that your fleeing sears me. I [...]
body of War
After Piggyback Ride by Lisa Yuskavage We are giants escaping from a burning world My face is torn Or maybe it is the military planes From ash veins, my vantage, I don’t know where your body ends and my dying begins. [...]
What They Mean by Radical is
when I open the door to leave my apartment, it’s a political act. when I open my eyes after abandoning sleep, political warfare. when I pull the covers back up over my shoulders, cradle the cat into the crook of my arm, [...]
Serpentine
I had just an hour of darkness left to slip out, past the cats dreaming on the stairs, and feel my way along the outdoor wall, and step along the stone path to the car, slide my bag in back, then hoist up my [...]
Bluets
I woke to bluets on the church lawn one morning, barefoot in dew and babydoll. From where did the blue throats come, sprung cluster in sod at the foot of the white mon- olith? from earth, from God? About the Poem: This poem is [...]
Vir Heroicus Sublimis
I praise the way you fall asleep in your car when you are tucked into your garage. The wood you hack for the fireplace, in there, around you, like a blanket of acres, of trees that make you feel as whole as the car does; [...]
Dear Algorithm
In order to miss you, I have fastened stones to my feet, walked out into the middle of Lost Lake. It is mossy here. I think I see Zoe’s denim skirt that blew off the dock in 2021. Algae, a red ball, what was once [...]
Education
Do you remember you tried to show me how to ride a bicycle, when I was nine years old? …You were showing me how to ride a bike, and you fell and I saw your face then. I remember the expression on your face when [...]
Sonnet for the Wood Ducks
The wood ducks aren’t splitting the stream today. Did I dream the ornate etching they wear on their feathered backs? It is winter, says the stream. A scream can be a weather event. Once I saw a mountain bluebird without knowing what I saw. Shock [...]
Ars Poetica: Moonlight
for Scott It’s the last full moon of the year And here, I am thinking of beauty Of the way we can bring the moonlight Into the night of our room, the sky of Our bed. It’s the last full moon of [...]
