December 9-16, 2013
Come is the love song of our race and Come
Our basic word of individual wooing.
It lifts audacious arms of lowliness
To majesty’s most amiable undoing,
To Godhead fleshed and cradled and made least.
It whispers through closed doors a hurry, hurry
To Tierce and fiery feast.
The liturgy of Advent plucks its buds
From the green shrub of love’s compendium:
O Wisdom, Adonai, Root of Jesse
And Sign by which the mouths of kings are dumb,
December 2, 2013
My name streams from your mouth—
an adagio with indentations and
a scent of sacrifice.
I see my name
grass style calligraphy.
I want to slide into each stroke
and swim with each stroke.
I am a dolphin swimming,
bobbing up and down
along the Wai’anae coast
I am afraid of drowning.
The dolphin in me says,
I love you.
Listening to my name is listening
to a command.
It is the act
November 25, 2013
I talk in my sleep of angry things,
In the early light,
Louder than I ought to speak.
As she stirs up out of sleep,
She puts over me arms and legs,
Despite the words.
Despite the worrying words.
November 18, 2013
He’s moved his body crossways in the bed.
His bony legs are thrust between the bars.
His knees are scored with crusted scabs and scars,
But time has not effaced his striking head.
His urine soaks his undershirt; the sheet
Beneath him’s drenched. He will be hard to shift.
I roll him on his side and slowly lift
The saturated bedding. No small feat.
I’ve thought of killing him and then myself;
No chandelier in here would hold my weight.
November 4, 2013Oh Tigris, Oh Euphrates watching Greek armies,Roman archers, legionnaires armed to the teeth, Britishforces, American military, empire-building further, furthereast and south across your deserts, hills, ravines, cities,villages, their shape-shifting alliances, offensives,...October 21, 2013
I don’t know, never know
why this sudden joy swell,
the sea wall of self falls
and a tide of stars pours
over and through me.
Please take my blood,
make a serum, inoculate
me for when this passes
and I again fear, certain
that wonder cannot be.October 14, 2013
Convince the Dauphin now, dear Joan, convince
Him now; forget the peasant business. Wage
Charm on him: boy-cut hair and virgin grace.
Assert his strength to raise the English siege.
The scene is mandatory, so the spell
Only awaits your touching. They are real
Your voices: stop to listen, Joan. They call
To battle Christ and lily shod in steel.
No, do not throw your arms about: your face
Is your chief weapon. See, he starts to waver—
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Furred, the horizons are both calling and escaping: there must be an edge. Near the bases on the prairieAugust 12-19, 2013
Outside the intertwining diamond rings
on a saint’s dress in a painting, beyond the frame
next to the chapel where the guidebook
mistook Dante’s hell for purgatory,
his suicidal Harpies for Man-Doves,
just past the Brunelleschi crucifix,
the seats where the preaching friars sit
are carved with scrolls and heads of animals
or men or monsters in between.
I want to know what kind of wood...