Monthly Archives: August 2016

Old Woman Walking with a Cane

The sun rises to find her on the move Between the kitchen table and the sink After buttery toast dipped in hot tea. Every day she does everything the same. Between the table and the kitchen sink She’s carried everything … Continue reading

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(Fuck) Teleology

And those who say every damn day, Because they are enamored of why, “I am not content to look at you And sometimes, perhaps, even listen.” Just because we hammer with why The world is not required to love us, … Continue reading

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oo 000 oo (poems from old notebooks, summer 1997)

The moon, slightly past full, looks squeezed at the top as if                                         someone— some god, some child (same difference) had reached for it in a moment                                         of desire (perhaps for an over-ripe kiwi) and had it squirt between thumb and … Continue reading

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Pareidolia

Today the city blocks the north wind, Leaves the harbour nearly calm And keeps the small boats slack-sailed. Slow clouds hang low in the sky, turn The surface gray and streaked—a chalkboard Gulls drag themselves across all day In shrill, … Continue reading

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​Happy Happy Joy Joy

Us? Just trees in the wind, memories of our dead torn plastic bags snagged on branches.

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