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Beauty makes me sad Makes me grieve I see what I must leave From “At Cross Purposes” By Samuel Menashe What plates a lustrous thing will tarnish. You were the silver moon, light of my night, beautiful and … Continue reading
Yes, I am hungry. These are meals I would devour: Scrambled eggs with buttered whole wheat toast, ovum, milk and seed. All regrets, well chewed and swallowed and shat into a shallow hole dug with my trowel and covered with … Continue reading
This poem is not of the salon, it is found across the icy stream. Throw your hands around my neck and let me carry you across. This poem grows in the low heather and huckleberries along the path to the tarn above the … Continue reading
Not a wounded day, I said a wound of day, a gash where sun-rays rent the dun field of sky. Last week the earth-fields were too wet to plow, already June but still bare mud-skin and corn-stubble. Pretend you don’t … Continue reading
The sky was inlaid azulejo tile, cool and gleaming. Our love was a memory from an undiscovered world, filaments of dreams woven beneath the snow. The perfect still surface of twilight was rippled by the ululated cries of the crane pair calling to … Continue reading
Your image tattooed on the inside of my skin; your name etched on bone.