How These Arrangements Go
From behind my mask I probably said
to the clerk the flowers were pretty. Always
in our village on the blue counter where
you finish your business with the stamps.
From behind my mask I probably said
to the clerk the flowers were pretty. Always
in our village on the blue counter where
you finish your business with the stamps.
in him those brave
translunary things
Michael Drayton
1. Police Report
Not the hustler,
a boy you’d loved—the Roman
convicted of your murder
on the beaches of Ostia.
“Impresarios capitalized on women’s growing participation
in public life as a form of salable novelty.”
—DR. JANET DAVIS
How you labored—Zazel, the human
projectile. Your body flung, a shot
It took a global pandemic for me to organize my life –
journals, photos, ideas, mementos, clothes, closets, and junk drawers.
I have five bathrooms, a basement, a third floor, and …
This poem was translated from its original Spanish (included below) by Madeline Vardell.
Carla
this morning I’m drinking coffee alone
years ago we drank
coffee and beer in the mornings
And …
My girl still needs to memorize the prologue
of Gilgamesh by Friday & so sticks it
above the bathroom sink & to the window
inside the old Subaru, repeating weary …
In this story, there is a girl and there is a donkey. What good friends they are, and they began as strangers! He has taught her everything she needs to …
He who loves God
cannot endeavor that God
loves him in return.
Do you know,
I think the cool silver
of this is hard to live by.
When there is anything
It’s way past time to start heaving:
unplug the air boxes in the harmonica,
bracingly slow,
“No!” rising from your throat
like deer across a road:
there are always more …
Sunrise on the shore
Bright fire of a flaming torch
Beckons me to soar
Whether you’ve boarded from Liverpool or Heysham
or Stranraer, years later the journey is the same
along the Lough at evening, the chimney of the power station
in Kilroot, Carrickfergus …