My Autopsy (Excerpt)
There is a way
if we want
into everything
I’ll eat the chicken carbonara and you eat the veal, the olives, the small and
glowing loaves of bread
I’ll eat the waiter, the waitress
floating through the candled dark in shiny black slacks
like water at night
The napkins, folded into paper boats, contain invisible Japanese [...]
Archive for May, 2009
Poem of the day, May 31 2009
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Poem of the day, May 30 2009
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Vision from the Blue Plane-Window
In the round little window, everything is blue,
land bluish, blue-green, blue
[...]
Dear Sky
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I’ve asked everyone,
but no one has as good a view
as you do over the comings and goings
and livings and dyings of us
here so small on this accidental planet.
I know, I should keep tabs.
Especially in light of the thick fog
the past is always slapping down among us
like deliberate roadblocks
to our obvious desires.
But I thought you might [...]
Poem of the day, May 29 2009
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Song For the Spirit of Natalie Going
qui s’est réfugié
ton futur en moi
—Stephanie Mallarme, “A Tomb for Anatole”
Small bundle of bones, small bundle of fingers, of plumpness, of
heart,
predicate, prescient, standing and wobbling, lit up in the joy,
lachrymose GA, your bundle oh KA, the unfolding begun of the start,
of the [...]
Poem of the day, May 28 2009
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This Nest, Swift Passerine [excerpt]
But how find how as it flew onward
& the mountains gave back the sound
to say what I mean the call of the bird
& the echoe after to say I’ve seen?
Raven hungers and calls and the mountain
Hungers back and calls
The whole range of peaks in the bird’s beak.
Raven lonely and the [...]
Poem of the day, May 27 2009
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Psychoanalysis: An Elegy
What are you thinking about?
I am thinking of an early summer.
I am thinking of wet hills in the rain
Pouring water. Shedding it
Down empty acres of oak and manzanita
Down to the old green brush tangled in the sun,
Greasewood, sage, and spring mustard.
Or the hot wind coming down from Santa [...]
65 Pounds of Honeycomb
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Sixty five pounds of honeycomb
my apartment manager tells me when I move in.
That’s how many buckets they carried from my walls
after killing the colony.
A friend tells me it is bad luck.
She learns this after fogging her son’s room.
Then comes the long story,
how they are bitten by bats
and the many trips to and from the doctor
for [...]
Ann Strange Owl
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I go to Ann Strange Owl for healing.
She does not know this or maybe she does.
Perhaps many people go to her for this.
I do not know her well,
maybe few people who visit her trading post do,
perhaps we all depend on the kindness of strangers.
We go to Eagle Plume’s
and talk to a soft-spoken Cheyenne woman
because we [...]
Rhapsody
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No one says it
anymore, my darling,
not to the green leaves
in March, not to the stars
backing up each night, certainly
not in the nest
of rapture, who
in the beginning was
an owl, rustling
just after silence, whose
very presence drew
a mob of birds–flickers,
finches, chickadees, five cardinals
to a tree–the way a word
excites its meanings. Who
cooks for you, it calls, Who looks
for you? [...]
Poem of the day, May 25 2009
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Gloss
My mother said that Uncle Fred had a purple
heart, the right side of his body
blown off in Italy in World War II,
and I saw reddish blue figs
dropping from the hole
in his chest, the violet litter
of the jacaranda, heard the sentence
buckle, unbuckle like a belt
before opening the way
a feed sack opens all
at once when the string [...]
