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Alone

From childhood, on Pitkin and Easton Avenue, I have not been As others were: I have not seen— Portals eclipsed by the clamor of the boulevard,...

Thinning to Fable

Inside the house no snow No wood of footbridges dark with a staying wet in a forest black with green and lore with white But burning hands under...

Olly Olly Oxen Free

We need a good soaking rain the kind that grays the sky falls all day puddles on the concrete pours off the roof swells the creek turns it brown & rapid drops...

Sky

It races over the Bay of Bengal. It charges through river, paddy, and city. From Boston in my WhatsApp to family in Calcutta, I speak of Arfan. Perhaps...

The Yiddish World: Five Poems

Paul Buhle: A few words about the poems: These poems could be described as working notes of successive field trips during 1978-83. Poetry, being...

Time & Motion Studies: Diagnostic

I tied a naked guy up to a bedpost once. I had to go over his instructions carefully before setting out, the door was unlocked,...

The Plague Year Begins and Half Life: Two Poems

The Plague Year Begins Outside the world blooms without us as we picnic alone on whatever was left when the sirens started a burning in the lungs. How...

Ball

Curtains draping over lungs netting over the tiny me in my spine melting and wet like a funeral but only stretched out unfurling into snake swelling into netting so large it chokes out the...

April 2020

The low-slung sun spreads first-light shadows on a deserted road as it slips between dark doors of locked-down stillness towards this fragile frontier-line in human closeness We doff and don and change...

how readily I assign holy

  Image: "Relaxing" by Chris, licensed under CC 2.0. Mary Buchinger: “how readily I assign holy” is part of a series of poems I’ve...

Shelter

Went to the meditation but only the snowed-in cardinals heard me. Far from any port, we’re weighted by anchors made of phantoms. A few minutes of...

Hart Island

look, proof from satellites: mass graves on Hart Island, an old plot of land I never knew existed & never thought to visit. the unnamed & unclaimed, the...