Charles Mingus

mingus

Fingers leaving prints,
aftershocks to reckon with–
God’s happy seizures.
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Tether

mind grinding
Monkey mind tethered
to a man’s quest for music–
Grail’s holiest fool.
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Bicycle

miller on bike
By cyclical turns,
the simplest revolution–
joy rides forever.
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Passage

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Winter’s privilege,
to see inside a snowflake–
faeries passage home.
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Spiral

memory of time
Time’s spiraling melt–
Must you be leaving so soon
to arrive anew?

 

 

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Meshes

Maya-Deren-Meshes-of-the-Afternoon-1943
Liquid net of glass,
meshes court supplest longing–
Dreams brace thinnest air.
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Reign

masked elegance
By cyclical turns,
opiate visions seal clouds–
Siren’s acid reign.
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Gathered Crumbs from a Lost Cake

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Review of Elizabeth Ellen’s Person/a, appearing in Riot Material.
“The poet, Robert Lowell, spoke about the best poems, the most personal ones, as being “gathered crumbs from a lost cake.” Elizabeth Ellen, in architecting a novel from “lost crumbs,” has created a searing inner-portrait of the artist as a riddle unto herself. A failed love affair with a younger man has left her sifting through wreckage, or to put it more accurately: has made sifting through wreckage her primary point of existence. Though E.E. is forty years old at the start of the book (there are four different “books,” or volumes, covering different periods of time and different emotional climates, each hinging upon the central axis of “obsession”), her core wounding, and guttural responses, derive from an unscabbed adolescent self. Deep wounds set us back. If you want to time travel, have your heart broken. You will become six again, or nine, or fourteen. This quality, which resonates throughout E.E.’s narrative, infuses the novel with a sort of inverse romanticism, or youthful claim on suffering. This book sings it bones with unrelenting candor, with its illusions worn on its sleeve.”
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Shuffle

 

mask IV

Rigged shuffle to bare,
Love being not blind but masked–
Pair of hearts, folding.
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Chrysalis

mask III
Static radiance
engraved on glass chrysalis–
Deep dreams speak volumes.
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