Elegies Written on Water by Children

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  For Kathi Aguero   They crouch on the shore of the old summer’s evening: Deirdre, Elizabeth, Jack. They have not yet learned to read, soon enough for that. Tonight the dark is kind along their narrow backs; they know … Read More

Working from Home

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  I was lying in a bed recovering from chemo in a small spare room and the spare room was spinning and I was dirty to myself but also to myself a saint. I was dirty but also a saint … Read More

Like

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  I liked being wheeled around like an invalid, forgetting I could walk. I liked slipping into trance as I entered an imaging tube, rows of diagnostic actions lined up like bottles. Our fights still traveled like rivers. I liked … Read More

Modern Urban Planning

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  The construction site’s all mud & suffering. March wind bends the barren sapling spines, & the laughter of three students walking toward spring break lifts & vanishes, as if happiness itself slips through the barbed wire –a slight trespass. … Read More

Mirror to Mirror

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  “My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears…” –Donne   Of that declension through self-similars I’m thinking, of galaxies spiraling in the whorls of her fingers, lighting the very nerves of me; she quakes; I likewise in her … Read More

Pequod

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  You should go out, you should go out because if you stay in you’ll write another suicide poem, another little plea bargain to a judge who isn’t there, isn’t with you in the room with the window. Go out … Read More

Tricks of Light

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  You would think the robin hammering my windows relentlessly, days on end, would give himself a break. Yet, again and again, he attacks his image, marking the glass with yellow streaks of beak. Window-pecking bird! Imagined rivals craze you. … Read More

Proof

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  New to the body’s private geometries you and I like two young Newtons wondering under your mother’s Gravenstein drew in the dirt bold lines between us you the better artist sketching your detailed you I scratching out my own … Read More

We decide to get help

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  when people start holding hands and looking. Anything so metal would be not a heart, they’re thinking, but we are a heart!, bumpy and ready for love says our therapist. This machine is healthy we tell ourselves and it … Read More

Ogham

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  In today’s paper they have announced the death of the inventor of the bar-code, a man called Woodland, who drew a line in the sand and saw the future. At first, his runes were printed as a circle like … Read More

Clearing

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  holly and yew and rhododendron do not like the light manners and flippant quips of the larch and birch we do not welcome your double meanings they say, leaving the oak to lean towards his dark singular justice without … Read More

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