We passed the open Bible round & waited. Round robin, & it was my brother Walter's turn. He knucklebrowed the passage, grunted, then began. “Yeah, here. Right here it says: Shepherds in the fields. . . keeping watch. . .” He found what it was he wanted. “The angel of the Lord. . .shone around…
Coming from the wings, he leapt onto the raised opera-set built to lift his libretto—ten years of work— into the national atmosphere of fanfare, and he missed: down on his stomach, pasted prone, a spread-eagled grunt, and a gasp from the audience that sucked up applause for the two or three seconds it took him…
The noose rests lightly on the lamp Restraining No engaging it to memorize these details that charisma drawn from the well of a broken circle
Ripsaw whine across the picture dome of day dividing blue from blue: the steady Munch-like scream of Flight 630's engines as we sat there minute after minute on the runway trapped, until I saw my broken body kicked & pitching forward, one more dead American sure he was going someplace else, dumped instead onto the…
He wanted to tell me something He had not told anyone before It might have been anything When he moved through the door He had not told anyone before Unsure of what he wanted to know When he moved through the door And took off all his clothes Unsure of what he wanted to know…
An iron meteorite is on display in Beijing Planetarium. I said: Once a brilliant orb, who left nothing but this remnant, You mishap of an early death caused by impatience. How disciplined your companions are To hold their assigned courses, never moving an inch away. You exchanged humility and trepidation for enduring peace And have…
Though my tenancy there ended long ago —when I moved his mistress's pet dwarf orange trees out into the snow— I still live in the closeness of that first summer the deserted comb flowed in the wall and I dodged old honey dripping on my pillow. It tasted saplike, woody, a thick auburn beer. I…
A beautiful way of looking at something starts at the throat. Always, the tenderest part first like when you try to fathom what the sky's doing precisely and you begin with a cloud. That simple. In it and not of it, exactly. Forming a context like the mathematical perfection of walls in the living room,…
She sits on the mountain that is her home and the landscapes slide away. One goes down and then up to the monastery. One drops away to a winnowing ring and a farmhouse where a girl and her mother are hanging the laundry. There's a tiny port in the distance where the shore marries the…
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