I don't know what was harder to believe, that Pam's mother threw her out of the house or that Gail Tate turned Born Again! I thought most people who get suckered into those kinds of religious cults are sheepish and anti-social…losers. But Gail joins sports and has yearbooks filled with sentiments like, thank you for being you and a girl above the crowd. Don't get me wrong. I don't have anything against Born Agains.
One-bedroom apartments feel unnecessarily large with just one person in them. Who knows, I may be renting my own studio soon, or staying in this big apartment by myself 'til the lease runs out. But I doubt, despite what Sue may want, that I'll be getting a new job anytime soon.
His sunken pitfalls of eyes were ringed by indigo halos, and played with an innocuous sort of lightning: the gleam without the bolt. The whole man was dripping. He stood in a puddle on the bare oak floor: his strange walking-stick vertically resting at his side.
The furniture was wonderfully unpretending, old, and snug. No new shining mahogany, sticky with undried varnish; no uncomfortably luxurious ottomans, and sofas too fine to use, vexed you in this sedate apartment. It is a thing which every sensible American should learn from every sensible Englishman, that glare and glitter, gimcracks and gewgaws, are not indispensable to domestic solacement. The American Benedick snatches, down-town, a tough chop in a gilded show-box; the English bachelor leisurely dines at home on that incomparable South Down of his, off a plain deal board.
Immediately I found myself standing in a spacious place intolerably lighted by long rows of windows, focusing inward the snowy scene without.
At rows of blank-looking counters sat rows of blank-looking girls, with blank, white folders in their blank hands, all blankly folding blank paper.
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Of the many, many poems we've published over the course of 2006, the following eight are the pieces that moved me most—the ones that I most wished I had written instead and that I most shared with friends.
We are revealed in its language and Ríos's "theater of experience," which is unavoidably common to us all. And how fortunate we are for having Ríos as not only our usher but our poet.
15 January 2007
Outside nightingale waited. Wasn't patience
so much as practical. Little feet
like dinosaurs and nightingale was remembering
her own sister: no tongue,
just a spread testament.
for cleanliness to avoid criticism to save
time to save energy for enjoyment to
conserve our possessions for affection…
If ever two were one, then surely we.
If ever man were lov'd by wife, then thee.
If ever wife was happy in a man,
Compare with me, ye women, if you can.
Darling, please do not touch me. Every time you do I throw up and lose my fat belly.
don't need much room. forty acres would have been too much. just need a corner of a corner to rest my eyes between shifts. will not be distracted by women or love or necessity of the loins.
if the salt-cured ham glazed
with honey is no longer
my sweet sweat on your
tongue and your fingertips
forget journeys along my
Heart, we will forget him,
You and I, tonight!
You must forget the warmth he gave,
I will forget the light.
I've got an arrow here;
Loving the hand that sent it,
I the dart revere.
The Brain—is wider than the Sky—
For—put them side by side—
The one the other will contain
With ease—and You—beside—
What though these years of ours be fleeting?
What though the years of youth be flown?
I'll mock old Tempus with repeating,
"I love my love and her alone!"
Say the black road
is a bleached crest raveling
the one distance
meant for you (all of us).
20 December 2006
Question: should I slip
on my slip and rush this
flight or wait full blushed
for the warning…
You died in spring.
I go in fall,
not to the grave but
past the hog farm…
19 February 2007
Members of the family, especially
children are more cooperative
about saving pieces of soap
if you paint a coffee can, cut a slot…
21 February 2007
Stop to see your optometrist.
You owe it to yourself
and to your country to have
your eyes examined.
22 January 2007
This the progression of prairie fire follows
the plot structure set to motion by an organism
long ago—first earth, then wind, and fire
followed by the resolution of rain we still
wait for as the dust picks up…
25 January 2007
Every time I watch a movie
about human robots I constantly have to say to myself
You are not a cyborg, and sometimes simply
saying this is enough to get me through
23 February 2007
The durian fruit stinks
like you killed your grandmother
and stuffed her under
the living room couch…
there, behind that full
moon, in another state
in another hour. If I were
to tell you that my need…
I forgive you as I have forgiven many things,
lyrics for those dolorous blues we played, those women,
America's loneliest state.
11 December 2006
At least, he thought
It was the rain: coastal showers,
The sand taking it all in,
Some higher power's blotter
For everything unknown.
We took turns pointing at all the girls who would scream.
You couldn't watch so you smoked,
occasionally glancing up at this pirate ship.
2 December 2006
We play cards to drink
quicker than we would on our own.
The dearler'd say "drop"
and we'd slap the single card,
sweat-stuck against our foreheads…
8 December 2006
A duet on the radio pleads to end
each day in song. If I had the choice,
my song would be quiet,
a little twang,
a trill when the voice hops up.
I'd forgotten how the skull
shows through, towards the end;
how they were right,
those medieval artists…
My soul lives in my body's house,
And you have both the house and her—
But sometimes she is less your own
Than a wild, gay adventurer…
Oh plunge me deep in love—put out
My senses, leave me deaf and blind,
Swept by the tempest of your love…
Curious are the ways
holiness is achieved (that freezing
and melting point, that instant
when your perfect attention changes
and unchanges you or the world) and unforeseen