“You gave me more than I could ever need & even created more needs just so you could fulfill them” Is it true the closer you get to someone the more of a mystery they are? How can I render you free in words like one or three looking away looks like a way the […]
Entertainer of the Year
At age eight I receive the award Entertainer of the Year Runner-Up for a jazz-gymnastics routine I perform to the disco song, “Give Me the Night.” My hair is short and I’m barefoot and bare-legged in a pale blue leotard with a red and white zigzag down the side. On stage I do disco moves […]
Stanzas from “Cry Baby Mystic”
A squashed blackberry stuck to the sole of my shoe in Paradise you’ll starve up on the roof. Mobbing birds will often swerve away before they strike: Mannikins, Mousebirds, blue-gray Noddies. Even that little truth is too much though so is the fibbing. I’m still not sure how it works. ❉ I once have known […]
Each day when he wakes up he wants to fill the bedroom with a tone
Each day when he wakes up he wants to fill the bedroom with a tone Each day when he wakes up he wants to fill the bedroom with a tone. He imagines the tone before he gets out of bed. A tone that feels full. That resonates his small body. That seems to gain intensity […]
The Ghost of Things
René Girard called it the triangulation of desire; we fantasize about other people, based on images. Fragments, glimpses from constructions. In short, we want what others want. Paige knew as well as anyone that when Maeve posts a picture of herself wearing a tight dress and making her sex face to the camera—it is not […]
Three Poems
[eye doctor wanted] eye doctor wanted (at last) my cock combined with four- hand Mozart sonatas. his tall Norwegian wife, caftan, in bed with us for novelistic complexity. chocolate chips, raisins, cashews, in dish daughtered up my three- o’clock disappearance. time to teach math, ninth graders— outlaw bike-ride milk- shake hill homo-reverie. forehead coign-angle legatoing […]
Five Poems (From “The Bacchae”)
Clark Coolidge Our hymns scared your kid, but did You ever wonder why? I want to say It’s flowing, as I take it in, the Delicious blood of Jesus. But we’re Not sure—do you sit on that doily, or pray by it? Passion? It’s more like the batshit of the Christ. I interviewed a group […]
Two Poems (from “Rainy Days on the Farm”)
Another Another The goodness has collapsed and gone. It’s the same “now” for everyone. We are at onceness at oneness. We are a long march of people and resources, waves and sheep, a march of demonstratives. We eat candy and irony. Deerhunters roam the woods and bad people are in power. Good people are digging […]
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