[men shouting]

The hallways lead through the belly of
hospital, hotel, laundry service, nowhere.
These vague industrial spaces with safety doors

reading Alarm Will Sound if Opened
in this cement and cinderblock gullyway
lead me to florescent-lit workers who cannot

identify the woman I hold forward in a tired
photograph. A few more corridors and I can find
only steamy pots of bleach or stew abandoned

by immigrants dispersing through other doors.
I know this woman was from across wars, capsized
rafts …

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MERCY

The Dalmatian sank from me
when I set him on the grass,

pausing to kneel before his bones
crumpled away. I knew he was reaching

toward death. I wanted to …

Emergency / we could never stop | Zocalo Public Square • Arizona State University • Smithsonian

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“And yet many scientists still describe geoengineering as an inevitability—it’s just so cheap, they say … polluting the air on purpose to keep the planet cooler … and …

Raye Montague (1935-2018) | Zocalo Public Square • Arizona State University • Smithsonian

Raye Montague (1935-2018)

Do the obituaries of great men
mention their hobbies?
Raye Montague played bridge.

If your obituary appears in the Times
and goes for six screens
maybe it’s okay to include
your …

Poem Without a Title | Zocalo Public Square • Arizona State University • Smithsonian

Poem Without a Title

A figure sits quietly on the shadowed earth
underneath the spreading branches of
the tree of the mind. Through long night
an owl calls with spaced out singular
cries. It …

Blue Hour | Zocalo Public Square • Arizona State University • Smithsonian

Blue Hour

The last late rain-scaled light has swum
along the office wall.
An aggrieved

mosquito-whine of all you’ve not achieved
needles. But your pen’s aphasic.
Each hypnotic tick

of keyboard pecked …