poetry

8 “small book” paintings by Linda Saccoccio   “This series is from a book of 135 paintings spawned from dreams, poetry fragments and the vitality painting enables.”  -Linda Saccoccio  …

Seamstress of Bandages   I cannot eliminate desire Like monks can       but I can           blunt my Self in other ways in daily ritual before…

Tender is the administration of night (for the Dutch poet Joop Bersee) I am Pompeii. There is a map in my hands. I unearth ancient scrolls. Better the devil you…

⌘ Bluebirds Renting the Squash Studio  A storm approaches dark energy bursting rumbling toward, I sit outside in my bathrobe and wait for the bluebirds to return to their new house,…

Problem Solver, People Person, Attention to Detail At last, I am the everyone you’ve been hoping for, the perfect solution of absence and energy necessary for the job. I recognize…

nature poem pressed at the same time by the soul’s desire and the body’s need   have you seen my big gay face it’s something blurred something blue? never nothin…

  I’m On Ten-Thousand I’m here to restore the natural order what you know is only what was recorded the voice that matters is the one silenced the base is…

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The Splendor And Misery Of Bodies And Cities My father falls asleep to the export of the American smile. A homeless man lectures the air on the DNC. “Everything is…

In Wordsworth’s autobiographical poem The Prelude—one of the great memory-epics, along with Proust’s—there is a section describing the process of recollection that speaks to me with particular relevance right now.…

A man plants himself to study a leaf and feels the wind is filling it with will, not the voice from the white noise. The man reads his intentions from…

Instead of seeing the world in such dualistic terms as East versus West, North versus South, we envision the gathering of the most progressive elements everywhere, and the publication of such a gathering in our list.

landscape   crag deep in these rolling hills red sand worn smooth glass wall arroyo wild reckoning of rainfall congregation   iron belly, iron rot   milky way candlelight world…

Neon red lettering reflects hard against my face, spelling out “LIQUOR” on the walls. My boyfriend, a computer scientist, is in the bathroom. His co-worker, John, who I’ve just met,…