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The Second Hand (Antiphone)

She asks what is sacred answers herself   a mint stem's naked rootlets in a waterglass a second hand clicking   blackwings plunging through an ocean of air   a [...]

Radiance Remembered

It was Rabbit you blamed for eating the primrose In reality it was Squirrel munching and digging with his sharp rodent claws excavator   acrobat evoking laughter his sandy-tan belly hugging [...]

Hymn

                          What if the sovereign himself is the villainous                   [...]

Signature

                                    Listening...we don't.                                      The inner conversation never stops.                                     It's a constant racket                                                                         – Philip Glass     Almost breathless I sat down in my balcony mid-center seat [...]

Oxen

You are storied: Pulling the iron plough, sign of service and constant labor. No wonder you stand near the child in the manger, warming his cheeks with your breath. Where, [...]

The Pearl

Say I am the king's second daughter in a kingdom where everyone dies say I was sent to the city to recover the pearl guarded by a serpent I was [...]

Between Here and There

Between here and there   one elongated time that began at the farthest reach glazed black pinnacles of rock minarets thrust skyward merging with wind-scoured boulders blocking passage north-northwest where you headed [...]

MELVILLIAN

Almost my favorite lines during the whole Melvillian winter of hearing him, not him exactly, but some guy reading him aloud, mile after mile, and he really did Ishmael justice, [...]

Only a Few

Is it only a few who take the path of many windings who river-like find their way?   What is it I asked one near to my heart who looking [...]

Burial Fragments

—Buena Vista Park, San Francisco     There’s no room for the dead   in this small city, nearly an island, where we trade corpses for houses   digging up [...]