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Little Brother
Little brother, certain nights disrobe in the dark, rise up as ripples, spreading, settle: nights of shivering candles, of racing down...
Sacrée, Sacré
We start from the edges and make our way. Inward, her body, haloed in a slow-crashing wave of white, not exactly a holy hue, a sacred...
Go for a swim
A cracking breath snags on crag Of throat. Forever exhaling I pour My soul out my mouth into Yours. My shore is bare my tide Is out. The...
Circles and Salt Water
“I count the number of letters on signs Or on flyers or in titles of books And if there’s an odd number…” I stumbled; My fingers traced...
Monet, my lover, demands unadulterated attention
Hard angled bench Hard angled rain Panes huffed by this Queasy crowd. I, Nimbostraddled, Cast my filament, my Couched italicized Pensées...
Sublimation
Enter my door, Nourish me, dear − Softly smoke me, Send me swimming: « Pas de soucie ». Fall me back In waves without moments, Seulement...
Fast the Fade
Maybe after another year Or two or twenty Falling asleep beside you Would stop filling me with sunset fever Would stop being my favorite...
The Art of the Novel: Part One - The Depreciated Legacy of Cervantes
"Now, if the novel's raison d'etre is to keep 'the world of life' under a permanent light and to protect us from 'the forgetting of...
*You Seduced Me and I Was Seduced*
I, the black slate between stars You, the sun, haloed in your rainbow ring I, the filler, the looked past, through - but now, at You, the...
Portrait of Grandmother Anna Sewing
Grandma Anna, in room of blue Before your knees a basket full Of needles, thread, to which you bow As if you pray to spools of wool. Your...
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