Poetry
“Une Nuit Trop Claire”
1. / Une nuit trop claire, / Mes yeux seront crevés. / Violemment, / Des fleurs jalonnent l’ombre. / / 2. / Les fleurs se courbent vers le soir. / Je...
Number 3
my noosim (grandson) asks / how do you say horse / mistatim / dog / atim / bird / pinaysis / wolf / maheecan / moon / I don’t know / my...
Number 4
am I still cree / or am I too fading / like the language / lost in translation /
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They used to call me Lord of the Flies / I wore all this flypaper wrapped around my head / shot pool backwards / and rode a gilded swan across a brook...
for bert r
I was pretty sick of the whole thing / so I walked out onto the Midtown Bridge / and jumped / but I hadn’t walked out on the bridge / far enough...
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I never accomplished much in life except a sun tan / / Oh yea a sun tan / laying there on the grass with my fan / my King Can /...
old greek men on bicycles
That town, that time, was full of them. / Skullcapped, gumbooted, flowers & fishtails / sticking up from handlebar baskets of wicker, / a slow-motion stand-up-fall-forward pedalling in one low gear /...
sidewalks in early spring
Along the long cave walls of the city / / the children chalk their days / / as I chalked mine in another city, / / other days. The...
not quite winter
November. The sky is missing: / a stolen monument, a breach. Still, / a few starlings litter the horizon: distant / flickerings, variegated shades of ash. Meanwhile, / / a cross-hatched...