Month: May 2018

May 28

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First seen from afar bas relief of steel the edges of Manhattan and proof that it does end and one hot train from Newark is how it begins a car on its rails a needle in its groove a burst of static and the track starts to play

May 20

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that inexorable pull the waterfall splitting into a hundred separate streams rivers in the air full coursing but bankless even in fear there is boundlessness here mist and rain caught in indeterminate webs and spiders dead center if there is mystery we carried it in water runs to the lowest point

May 18

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A crisp evening the pasta perfectly al dente light clinging to the sky like legs of wine finally quiet caesura– and no one claps through the pause– everything in harmony except that door, ajar

May 16

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All day today half -heard noises, like a baby mobile, or was that a cat? Don’t you hear the thing, calling? Or am I too attuned to the periphery, lines of demarcation, too glib the response, quick as a field of grass in spring, Whitman said tongues, no, blades– but I’m not green, can count the seconds before a thunder clap, and if I were to really ask– easier to shut the cold thing out, […]