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To N.F.
What does the word proclaim? what does it proclaim if you decorate it with a tassel or with a tallis? and put a graven image by, and add the sacrifice’s flesh and add the altar on which its throat is cut and add in circumstance and add up circumcision What stacks up time in the […]
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12.08, New England (from The New Ark Journals)
It gets to you/ us this season brings such — simply strange when we amass hope so but know how they go these hopes or feelings try against the frost trials we recharge hope but still scour the snow for signs never there in the snow never there but hope’s snow can be there or […]
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Untitled
Words sever silence, horde violence severe enough never to re- nounce
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A Phosphor (for Peter O’Leary)
I am the infinitesmal world’s dissimilar twin. Sidereal at the winter wren Describe the beaks with light on them. Green, black, indigo violet oscillation.
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Christian Sex
Hold better the day to a pig’s spleen than the heart in a jar Best to know what a warbler does while a man yodels If you touch your heart it will be too late to go blind but in the fissures of the curtains even the blind feel daylight Pressure when the mind makes […]
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Waking
There is nothing to turn from or to. I hardly see at all. All I remember I remember in pieces, as when shadows lapse into shadows when bars of light flood a wall.
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Conceded (for John Taggart)
How to love quietly what wasn’t seen before — leaves or trees, their shadows, what did I know, what did I know — to be woken by a memory of something one thought gone, which is what is wanted, which is a song.
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“In the dream he saw them walking across the bridge …”
In the dream he saw them walking across the bridge, carrying all their worldly belongings. Dogs and children surrounded them. In the dream he understood that it was meant to bring laughter, lighten the burden, call forth echoes of momentous times, gently mocked. But the uncertainty of the hour, the uncertainty of the light, left […]
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Dawn, New & Improved
Turn the sun rising into a new genre, dubbed for want of better words solar apotheosis. Slug down the coin slot, night down for blurred metal racket, cat calling for her husbands. Reach across her back for the door lock, gear box frozen and matted. As authoritative as he may appear, suddenly the sky cracks […]