Poetry
… there by accident. He had left camp with the Royal Niger Company at Port Harcourt and rode his bicycle into the forest in search of undiscovered species of animals.) Thus, only a map sketched by the hands of God himself … The country is the land of men who bear in their bodies the mark of war. The country is of men who carry the …
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… his brother Howard In the Thearle Music Building in San Diego in the fifties, Which probably would have made me an … without the smarts. It’s politics Where stupidity and style combine to form the perfect storm, As a host of stylized, … Of the Sunday morning talk shows, mouthing talking points In chorus, playing their parts with panache and …
Poetry
Diagnostic II Over the past fourteen days how many days have you felt blue? For none of the time for some of the time for all of the time for all time Over the past fourteen days how many days have you felt gray? Over the past …
Poetry
… the cry that opens the shutters. She says changeling, become a boy . Once I was a dream-animal running. I knew there … raised whose eyes widen toward bloom as they stand: two bodies of struggle. The officer believes the instrument’s … the bright cylinder from which the bullet will emerge and points it toward a future intention. Color the cloth …
Poetry
… not even in the worst of it, I get hung up on. She died so suddenly all I can picture is the oxygen mask …
Poetry
… are dream’s jazz. You’ve never heard this stuff? Well, also popular last week we had an older groom the night … after all day at the pool, her tenderness in restive competition with a husband who has slept beside a wife for … can call it that, leaves very little secret. A rhythm steadier, smoother, humbler than waves: inhalations the size of …