We Shall Rest
The elm split by lightening stands
above the bench where my father sat
the summer he could no longer breathe
enough to walk to the Avalon
without stopping. I sat …
Poetry
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Wool Washing
I like to wash wool blankets
in a rubber tub, stomping
as if I live on a vineyard,
the detritus of a year
squelching and puffing
between my feet. I … -
To Paint Persimmons
a crow pits his beak against the fruit, the push
and pull of intimacy an ease, a vulnerability.
How lovely to pit our mouths
against each other. … -
The House of Two Weathers, or The Years after the Layoff
The mailman brought a Florida postcard
or a thin white envelope the weight of an anvil.The potted African violet in the kitchen window
raised its richest purple or drooped.The mother …
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Doubling Your Image
I
What’s so good about the night
that sleeps inside the body
of someone who learns to love
with their fingers
when everyone else sleeps.
(Quiet! The sea is dreaming!)You …
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Sky Song
Sky’s lit today. it’s
all moody and shit
heavy with a pregnant
tint. we’re curved under the clouds
in the verge of moisturenervous behind its refusal
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Untitled
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this is a pileated wooden ball
dropped in a wooden bowl
this is a woodchip guitarpick
lost down the sound hole###
plumber has him
his own ideas
about beauty
eyes worked … -
Fractured Hero’s Journey
We went on a 12-sparrow walk
so I could teach my soul to speak.
(Jim Harrison said this
is the language of poetry.)(Few things scare me as much as …
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faddoms
Read and listen to the poem in Shetlandic Scottish below. Scroll down to read the modern English translation.
faddom du dis fur me
da lies o da feddir
maunna makk
da … -
Silent Spring
Reading by Jake Levine
The door is shut.
The road where flower petals fall
half on this side, half on that.
Of all the things that used to buzz about
no trace … -
From notes from the understory
notes from the understory (layer 20, direction one)
All of it begins. I’m soaked to the skin by a sudden downpour.
My gray silk blouse won’t come free from the skin … -