Decimated, They were ten To write a letter Addressed to poet Demanding that poem Answer a question Not several Or else offer an answer To questions Ten who had stopped…
Adolf Alzuphar
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There she found A man without a hand his own With two bones from a friend Who had moved on to find a home There she found The eyes of…
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That coyote’s felt what I have bled The snows of your heart’s mountain have mossed The snows of your heart’s mountain have made us three uncertain again We afflicted…
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I’m now home will paint a portrait of a ribbon on an ice cream cone I’ve held in place in hand for mountains for months I’ve sung bridges city dinners…
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The museum did her no good Neither did the food They drew in sand where she stood To ask the Sun for a hand In hers a path toward…
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Where it was all revealed I left you a letter, In guise of a sea of wings, Coming unannounced When we’ll hold a fist up Each and feel the light…
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To have discovered Self, that Life not the hat Is the beach of life That time hides the Two hands that life has One after death One before life That…
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He lumbered the wood of days Hammered its nails Fellowed the growth of vines He need not measure wind To fortunes half his height Before the sun had come…
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Elsa Triolet wears her hair blue to listen to distorted guitar. Ivy Beach dances to Traffic’s “John Barleycorn must die” barefoot after a day in the garden. Paul Jones listens…
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At the final light, kitely, We weep in tongue We’ve sold the house In which we were born The city that you loved us in Has left its bed of…
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Mother’s crow cried light The mountain drained Dead and born again A rose in a molten field Tikiting Came the rain A drum with wings Whispering waves Tikiting Came a…
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What is this city? In language of such mites that I posit its stone night after night. Night, fluorescent in its embrace. Not a single rock thrown at embassy here…
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They never found the crossroad. At first, one person set out to where a ceramic jar had been buried. Its light will tell you if it is, was the instruction.…
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Ten feet in sound And guess what I’ve found There’s enough fire, here To cross the road It’s funny where we go When we chose to let go I’ll…