Category: Poetry

On the Rain, in Springtime

Just that.

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*Bright Star* starring John Keats

*Bright Star* starring John Keats
John Keats rests his head as angular
as two racially white blades of hay.

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Cost-Benefit Analysis, 2013

I am to have this gold when you die. To buy ink for poems crumpled on the carpet purchased with your cancer. You’ll make nothing as a writer. But my materials are cheap. Each verse I write about you merely … Read More

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No Direct Speech Allowed

The case for Anne Carson’s _Nox_ might begin with its box (that’s not binding): grey with white binding (that’s not binding) and a single silver sliver, in which stands a boy diver on grass maybe forty summers ago, wearing superhero … Read More

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Resonance

“Warped, I see not, but glass splashes yester;/Time slows. Gasping, from what nous hang I now?”

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Haikus for Friends

Love, in so many syllables.

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Dirge

Something about the engineering of stairwells / makes you want to push someone down one. / Vertebrae snapping against all those / edges straight as rulers. Too violent,

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Creole

“All gone Quinn.”
“Who sir?”
“Shy Anne.”
“You sure?”

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How the Dark Howls

“The same desperate anger which buried them there, / Lumbers over the horizon again”

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Night-Blooming Flowers

“The sharp tenderness of Night’s long sigh / leaves the drunken hawk moths / dizzied from delight.”

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Thoughts on a Plane

“It was his finest, and most coveted, item.”

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Edison by Train Window

“Bread lying open face on the lightly dented
plastic, white table, the one you 
always see at bake sales.”

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