2016

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Maybe after another year Or two or twenty Falling asleep beside you Would stop filling me with sunset fever Would stop being my favorite...

"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...

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...

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...

Gray river turns - shoosh - Brown sparrows take flight, gracing the opposite bank. For every wonder - Soft leaf, purple flower, rain -...

When I was young, I was a framework of you Waiting to be molded into someone like you, ten degrees rotated. You and your elegance, you...

The words of our beloved Ray never seem to fade from the minds of those who at one time or another fell in love with Kerouac’s motivated,...

Instead of screaming I swallow them My hard warrior words: And down my throat they fall, stabbing wildly Grabbing for a catch Kicking,...

May, the echo of a will Resignation a soft vacation an exhale May the inhale never come

Allen Ginsberg’s Lament, Kaddish — anaphora governs, begging time to hold still, to stop its procreant urge forward, just long enough for...