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τό καλόν, τό ἀληθές, τό ἀγαθόν (Transedentals)
The woman wears her skin
like a bathrobe.
She stands in the middle
of a golden field,
weeping fresh water.
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The Storm's Eye
The sky
blows in more snow,
a breath
from frozen elsewhere.
There is a storm
raging
inside the silent rage
of the storm,
inside God’s eye,
unopened.
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Cubism
‘"With your pictures you apparently want to arouse in us a feeling of having to swallow rope or drink kerosene.”
– Braque to Picasso
Maybe it’s as simple as this:
Maybe God’s hundredth name is His face. -
At the Altar
Oh Lord of Windows,
Oh Window,
Oh Mirror with Drawn Curtains,
maybe if I keep tapping,
keep drumming my fingers on your altar,
you’ll wake up. Maybe -
The Farmer's Market
my uncle grabbed a bag
of fiddleheads,
tender beginnings,
at the farmer’s market,
said he was going
to fry them
with honey, pink-
peppercorn, and salt.
the farmers bring dirt -
Mixed Metaphors Chapter 1
A light mist was pouring in off the Caspian sea. I closed my click, sighing into the dark as I pulled on a yellow, wide-legged, vinyl jumpsuit.
Loves
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In what world would I ever know my Grandmother
How can it be that I cannot exist without and with her
Sometimes I like to imagine we have the same eyes, brown with glints of green and yellow, like a sprouting garden in spring.
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A Single Sentence Letter to Our Daughters
i think i know why aliens haven't visited us. they're
definitely watching with rapt attention, waiting
to see how we climb the highest wall
humanity built for ourselves in the past
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hurting
somewhere a lantern burns in the woods.
somewhere a cold blind man suffers.
they will never meet.
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The Universe of Me
My body is a universe
My freckles are the stars
The planet Venus is my lips
My teeth, they come from MarsMercury is in my brow
The furrow that you see
My thighs are Jupiter, you know
In the galaxy of me -
To be in Hell.
Avaricious abundance, announcing
Blasphemous betrayals
Concertina cavorting cacophonous cadence
Depicting death-desired dread
