It rains and it keeps raining, and there is no sound except the sound of the rain falling, a sound with small silences in between, like music we can't understand, expecting each moment to be filled with something. The sound does not explain the trees, the yellow trees, whose leaves are falling like the rain,…
Between a rock and a hard place I lay down and let the sea do its worst. Waves trumpetted. Spray shot up in a whirlwind. Far from the tree I had fallen and like bladderwrack lay thinking only of you who knows what to do with love besides work it into flesh. The tide rode…
.1 He stopped in for a beer on his way home from work. Shortly after his arrival two men armed with guns entered the bar. Whether they were out to get a cop or were primarily interested in robbery and figured what the hell they'd get a cop too, Whether the bartender gave him up…
You helped me stow these pages in a knapsack, Tossed me a blessing, “Do sit near the wings,” And I was airborne. Small hours of panic Now dissolved in birdsong, your look at parting Lights my work-desk under an Ulster roof. The book I gave you is dead manuscript, Say the grim instructions for reading…
Intelligence moves me, I am moved by first movement as a soul is moved to enter body, as a star, possessed of mind, burns passionless for many lifetimes, as a tree does meditate continually, branches driven upward unceasingly by first movement, leaves driven to sing with fluent urgency of water, wind, and light, as I…
A hanging fat rabbit leaks in the pantry, and the ants with rifles march to battle. Grapes in the still life go rotten. El Greco painted for the sixteenth century then, for a long time, for no one; now, in the twentieth, there's an El Greco again. Also sixteenth century, his hand on his hip,…
Wherever you are, the coast is tumbled stone, And there in the clearing is a white-tailed deer. Listening a moment to these words alone, Perhaps you will believe the silence here. This morning as I stand still on the lawn An owl halloos somewhere beyond the meadow, Beyond the boundary, and then is gone. The…
We assume the connubial pose you lying propped up on pillows me, on the edge, asking for answers. I strike you dumb. Trap you in my constructions. Your nightmare whinnies in the stall. We settle it like men and women do. Behind the kiss, your teeth screen for a test I cannot pass. Behind your…
Lying beneath a pitch pine whose stacked branches touch nothing, four o'clock comes. Two crows, a red spider, a cardinal and mosquitoes come. Rain comes. And as if the grey fox bolting down cornbread we left for racoons weren't enough, I come arched on a fine wreck of a crazy quilt as his tongue kicks…
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