Tag Archives: Poetry

Zoom Reading this Wed.

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In Praise of Honey

Spoken word track w/ Ben Wright on bass and Nirmalan Mayura on flute. Image by James McNeill Whistler.

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Jack Kerouac

Cinematic poetic tribute to Jack Kerouac, honoring his centennial birthday (March 12, 2022).

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After Party

She, Lazarus, back from the dead, with a musical vengeance— A beat, Christ, please, she asks of her martyred D.J., half-light, half-man, and out climbs her voice, grinding through rubble, a dark velvet toy wound up for centuries, released, on … Continue reading

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Immigration Laws

We areimmigrants in our own skin,flash-fire refugeeswho get by with falsified papers,fake IDs, and forged signatures.If caught and found guiltyof a trespassor transgression,we pardon ourselvesin our native tongues,language a placeholderfor the nameswe were forcedto annul. (Poem from the collection, Arclight.)

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Claim for the Meek

I do not want to see the face of God. I want to see her mask, where and for whom it cracked, the causal history of lines and fissures; want to trace, with blind mute innocence, the light quartered and … Continue reading

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Shutter

Witness to a claim, Pandora’s box-cutting gaze– hope at the bottom.

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Cadenza

Some death is musical, a candied apparition scalding the bones of Venus in soft chambers of silk and notes of smoldering silence.

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Silent Night

Start with the glacial base, the hunk of unforgiving crystal on which the tree is mounted, then trace the filigreed limbs of the tree, its shadow a twin belonging to the woman modeling Winter as a softly fringed species of … Continue reading

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Sylvia Plath

To be a mother, and to double as a dark sorceress, a cleaver of dried bones, could not have been easy. Especially in the 1950s. They burned witches then, as well as reds and blacks and faggots, and other things … Continue reading

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