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poetry April 16, 2022
Moonrise in a new suburb Colorbondage: fences edging the raw lowness. On this street Google maps can’t find yet a full moon has just been released. Seems no one else saw it jump the rooftops – all the TV lights through curtain cracks. Over waste...
poetry November 6, 2021
Metamorphosis Bees are the most invaluable species on this planet … If the bees were to disappear today, humans would follow suit very soon. – Earthwatch Institute It was when the humming grew so loud that children covered their ears and dogs tried...
poetry July 24, 2021
Uffizi Gallery, Florence – Painting P1472 ’Tis the tempestuous loveliness of terror; For from the serpents gleams a brazen glare Kindled by that inextricable error Which makes a thrilling vapour of the air Become a [ ] an evershifting mirror “On the...
poetry May 8, 2021
(1948–2021) Once there was a way to get back home For Djuna Barnes who wrote The Book of Repulsive Women Thinking about home and where it will be, thinking about home, preoccupied with thinking about home and where will it be. Where will it be? For...
poetry May 1, 2021
The dilemma of writing a few verses The dilemma of writing a poem without light, without the amenities of paper and ink without the digital keyboard but with memory correcting each verse like a clock tired of telling the time, a fallen rhythm into...
poetry April 10, 2021
Epiphany for dad I have seen birth and death, But had thought they were different – T. S. Eliot As it rose for the Magi, a pink flush through the gum trees the bed that held his tortured, gagged body, fifteen months after a stroke lies empty in a...
poetry March 27, 2021
ANNEAL | heat up and cool down slowly; soften and strengthen to eliminate stress that accumulates through time; forge an open response to resist and shapeshift without losing one’s essence. _______________________________________ mine and refine...
in progress March 6, 2021
The poet and artist Bella Li says that if it weren’t for deadlines – and the inspiration provided by tennis players – she would never finish her work.
poetry March 6, 2021
Psalm 4. To the lead musician of Neginoth. Selah Hear me plead righteousness, God; as I increase I grow out of distress via you, hear me singing this prayer. All twists from truth when we lose good to shame, and I can but ask all that is endless...
