Time to Wake Up, I Guess
Sometimes a hawk will stand on a starling, periodically shaking it with a peeved look on its face. This is your life trying to wake you up. Or just a …
Poetry
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Miniature America
Can you decipher it—that faint
creaking rising up from
the farm’s patchwork of yellow
and umber, crops and loam?Could be the steady pressure and
release of mattress springs.
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THE CROCODILE’S DOCTRINE
If it meets and overcomes a man, it swallows him entire, so that nothing remains. But ever after
it laments him as long as it lives.– Isidore of …
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Southern California, 2001
Rain won’t affect bamboo’s determination
to flower. The sand has no choice of where
it will blow, on what night, into which barrio,
whose eye. Nothing is certain. (To know … -
Photos of a Thing Being Taken Apart by a Friend
A person uses the word “purpose” and I think about the order in which I touched you. The action and the result: this is the first intention, some thin thing …
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[Nest]
And I want to say that the heart hangs there at the end of things
wavering a little a bit unsteady this vessel this hotel for transients
this lodge that takes the …
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When My Father Died
my mother built over me a worry
big as a hangar the concrete floors oceanic
but I mopped them every morning slick and lit
like sweat on a palm I … -
Element
The wind would be water and fire,
would be earth—sand and gravel,
mud churning, even magma—as I held my hand out from
the car on drives back to Texas.
The … -
Water Lily
One isn’t one only.
That much is sure—beneath the lance-leaves
and the scum,the wiring tangles into one engine,
same humming ages back,fat with the flower to come,
fat with the … -
What Keeps You
Raccoons tangle at night with dogs, crawl behind hydrangeas to die
and the dogs curl into cool dirt bowls to wait for morning.Animals know edges, memorize them into the roots …
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How to Make It Better
Imagine an arm sprouted from your chest
anchored at the sternum and
strong because near the heart.
Articulate the fingers into a fist,
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Relief
Gave up on you
Poetry.
The missing rib between us.To go on
Dogwood.
Heard branches white bloom in the night.Make it last
Silence
Stories grew stories grew herds of words.Overhead