Category: Fiction
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Expulsion, Jan ’20
I spit an Antarctic blubber, And bubbles, which I take as penguins, Slide down the sides of the sink To join the flows of LA’s sewers. I am not one of Carlos’ men, but can Command the image before me of A fearful Jesuit in his own morning routine. Matins concluded, face washed, he will…
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Ode to “Interstate 10” / BPB, Feb ’20
“Habeat Corpus,” they intoned of a single voice, lips clapped shut, and let slip the bonds anchoring that cooling body to its last reminiscences of dry land. It looked like an old mummy whose tomb they had plundered and, having found nothing of value remaining in that sandstone cathedral, whose body they had taken in…
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Garage Below 12400 Wilshire
The ticket you’re handed is tinted pleasingly – magenta, or maybe salmon, a blushing card amid the grey beton and indiscriminate lighting. Obverse many protests against the potential for you to seek damages in the event of misfortune, reverse an odd schematic of a car, already the most familiar shape on Earth. The color again:…
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Poem on Malibu Beach, CA, March ’20
What is it to look upon a sunset? Is it to discern among the brilliance of color (Were the word alone sufficient) Its constituent components, and thus to gain some insight As to the nature of things? Is it instead to gaze into the world reflected, The whorling hills which goodly Hermes on his way…
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Poem on the Path in Westport, CT, Aug ’19
Scrape, sibyl, down from the trees their bark And with that fashion for me a new axe handle For my own was rent in the capture of your pig.
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