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2 September 2003
Vol. 3, No. 3
From the scales of illusion, this love survives.
The rains come, the grass grows.
Snows bury, memory stokes
The smoke of myth, the bird of tongues.
2 September 2003
Vol. 3, No. 3
Schoolchildren begin their graying
day on the barnacled yellow bus,
warning lights flashing, hands…
2 September 2003
Vol. 3, No. 3
In widow's weeds, the bull, the sun,
the flower, the light bulb—it clings
to room 7 of Centro de Arte Reina Sofía,
Guernica, the fizzled-out horse, the woman.
2 June 2003
Vol. 3, No. 2
prose poem
While being converted into a human dwelling, this greenhouse hid its soul from the carpenters. Windows are everywhere. The building's heavy lids…
2 June 2003
Vol. 3, No. 2
She baked a meatloaf. He told stories
that hurt her ears: debauched
Mexican nights. Peyote, hallucinations,
drowning in another woman's arms.
2 June 2003
Vol. 3, No. 2
Fireworks threatened to take the top off. Wet palms
twitched under eruptions of happiness.
Shoes by the door piled up like pups…
2 June 2003
Vol. 3, No. 2
I never gave up my love of what I already loved:
The warm white towel, the way a woman
Makes me mad with a kind quiet burning,
The early forgotten poems of my youth…
2 June 2003
Vol. 3, No. 2
Did not slip toward your largess, Brown
Hair. Something baking smells good,
And the edge! Forsaken, some say,
The pair of tattered sneakers begs…
2 June 2003
Vol. 3, No. 2
catalog
Woznik ran the corner grocery until he saw a roach,
aisle three, between Life and Froot Loops, and went mad.
He died that year. Starved himself to death.
2 June 2003
Vol. 3, No. 2
I am witness to the architecture
of her breath, her
sleeping. She is a fine
quiet thing until the morning comes.
2 June 2003
Vol. 3, No. 2
Before there were appliances that whirr,
this place was the epicenter of summer sweets
made of tart fruits no one bakes anymore,
rhubarb and raspberry pies left to cool…
2 June 2003
Vol. 3, No. 2
Like shampoo, the scarf smells strawberry,
her hair is her shampoo smell, the shade
of strawberries in the sun.
2 June 2003
Vol. 3, No. 2
Today I took your lone sweater from the shelf
where once the commingling of yours and mine
found perfect shelter in our nested winter clothes.
Nestling my nose in the folded sleeves…
2 June 2003
Vol. 3, No. 2
A steaming bowl of spring:
so lazy the view…
2 June 2003
Vol. 3, No. 2
Your son's hair wet with twilight,
his mouth a wound that won't heal.
2 June 2003
Vol. 3, No. 2
Through gold, a comb shimmers. Not the red
cock-comb of sureness, but here, a hen-comb,
a toothed darling.
2 June 2003
Vol. 3, No. 2
no more scritch-scratch, black bodies
through grout. No more
crumb-hunters, curry spice tracked…
2 June 2003
Vol. 3, No. 2
rhyme
Congress met with the cops and the crooks,
appointing committees to investigate.
Me was outside in the adjective rain,
verbing and verbing about some proper noun.
2 March 2003
Vol. 3, No. 1
After the surgery, my mother dipped a rag into a hissing
bucket of Pine-Sol, scrubbed away the musk-metallic
blood from the flesh-toned seat…
2 March 2003
Vol. 3, No. 1
She is captivated by tongues,
her own as well as others.
In the mirror, she scrutinizes
its relief-map underbelly…
2 March 2003
Vol. 3, No. 1
From green and brown carpets
constellating the globe, we focused vacuous eyes
and rounded mouths. Once more
the door smiled him in…
2 March 2003
Vol. 3, No. 1
Remember our reunification
along the infernal half of the Styx?
How we read each
other's recent torments…
2 March 2003
Vol. 3, No. 1
Ink forms the mathematical symbol
for infinity over a bicep.
The odor of sin lingers
in concrete blocks joined…
2 March 2003
Vol. 3, No. 1
lately i am fascinated with lines,
with the edges of things: where i end
and where the world begins.