1378 7 4
|
|
137830
|
blackberry pie and huckleberry wine and litte Maria with her summerset bangs
|
137822
|
“The window is a much better place to read,” she said.I wasn't aware she was talking to me, at first. In my typical manner, I was thinking about far off possibilities and realities completely detached from my own. Yet, here she was, a far off…
|
137873
|
Look around you, see what you have built.
|
137875
|
It is not unusual for farmers to see the future before it’s begun—but I am not speaking here only of the need to hope but more. . . .
|
13771510
|
Translation’s not required—music/
sings itself complete and comprehensible
|
137788
|
We're killing off the elephants. We're killing off the tigers. We're killing off monarch butterflies. We're wrecking the coral reefs. Big sad gorillas don't feel at home in their own homes. And all instead of learning to live in some…
|
137720
|
Each evening the man allowed himself an hour of fresh air. He and Prickles would situate themselves on the tiny balcony overlooking the same street, a blanket bundled around them both for warmth. These were the times he liked to talk to Prickles the most
|
137744
|
On a street-lit night in Jeddah.
|
137722
|
I do not know the species of birds here. /
The two I see playing on the balcony at night /
I can never call back.
|
137741
|
The capsules tumble around, one of them plinking against the crown in my upper-right jaw. I hate the crown… a mute reminder of the first time Brad hit me. Swallowing the capsules, my tongue probes the left side of my mouth, finding the other two crowns…
|
137700
|
The young man pulls out his wallet, grabs a couple of bills and stops short of handing them to the bedraggled man. “So how do I know you’re not going to go out and buy some crack with this money?”
|
137700
|
The rocking chair will bite your toes.
|
137722
|
"I have consulted the Internet," the man remarks, squatting low, sorting through a mountain of tablets. He snags two and stands slowly, confidently, and I realize suddenly that he is Moses. Two iPads, cradled surely in each wrist, glow with lists.
|
137762
|
I was, so I was told, the product of much hard work and a lot of invasive procedures. Initially, I'm sure my parents were making love, but then came the slog, the repeated failed attempts at getting one of mother's millions of eggs fertilized. Those tadpoles just couldn't…
|
137778
|
In and out of morphine dreams, he flies through the unfinished roof of Illinois sky. Below, matchbox-sized farm machines. A silo becomes his father's thermos, the silver-capped tower from which he stole sips at ten, his first secret. Back …
|
137785
|
In the diffuse light of early morning you wear a sweat suit maybe and stand in front of a model-kitchen counter in a model-home kitchen
|
137721
|
they flew down the slopes
with her holding on
for all she was worth
|
137721
|
Smiling at stones and chunks of earth pounding in...
|
137752
|
Your stepsisters send their love. All three are still on the wagon.
|
137754
|
If you are a family member or friend of a person incarcerated in a correctional facility...
|
137732
|
I climb up on the sofa and stand next to him. I smell something.
|
137722
|
1The Bird King's eggs are subatomic particles created serendipitously by a sneeze in a quantum physicist's dream.Occupying a space between existence and nothingness, reason and madness, broccoli and…
|
137744
|
I slide my CD toward Eric Burdon who sits, smiling and gracious and fatigued from Seattle traffic, at the table at Silver Platters, where I have just purchased ‘Til Your River Runs Dry, and stood in a line of old gray heads to have him sign it. I remove my hat and…
|
1376107
|
Contention over market share/
is bred in them and we are cousins
|
137686
|
|
137632
|
Scientists have discovered what I already did once on dope
way back in the Sixties.
There are so many other earths out there
that they are almost infinite.
Now in our other lives we have to
shuttle from planet to planet
reading our poems. And o
|
13761210
|
|
137642
|
The rain is filling up my shoes,
I can’t see
through my glasses,
Rain all inside me.
|
137643
|
leaves, starlings and other words fall into thickets of orange or green grasses or tendrils or snakes
|
