The First Morning of Quarantine
we are standing feet apart between thorny rose vines, some
potted sapling trees. A child, unaware the rules, breathes in,
chokes out, weaving too close to...
Four Poems by Charles Bernstein
Loose Lips Lift All Slips
It wasn’t so long ago
and then it was. Sliding
till you hit false bottom,
wrestling metaphor for
sleep. It wasn’t so long
and then...
Away from my Dream Desk
The machine powers up bad. Time
to grow summer, hours of green
and forgetting.
To My Daughter, In the Present
If I were to tell you just one thing in between the waves of pandemic
...
The Most Poetic Thing
At 6 a.m., I read Lorca’s Poema del Cante Jondo. I take a photo
Of “La Lola” in the sunlight and post it on Facebook...
Rabbit in Moonlight
Rabbit in moonlight
startles as my door opens and clicks shut,
but rabbit doesn’t run:
it waits, poised on my lawn, interrupted.
If I don’t get too close,
it...
Remembrance Day
for John W. Pritchard, Jr.
We should remember
all the dead of
the Sixth Marines.
They survived
the Battle of Okinawa,
its rot stench under
a "typhoon of steel,"
then they prepared...
Appliances
On Tuesday the latch knob hurtles off the toaster,
startles me, small silver bullet of the morning.
On Wednesday, pressing down the lever,
I flinch and take...
Dear Grace: A Poem from the Department of Justice
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Henry and Ralph
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The Stoplight at the Corner Where Somebody Had to Die
They won’t put a stoplight on that corner till somebody dies, my father
would say. Somebody has to die. And my mother would always repeat:
Somebody...