Tuesday the 10th
Deep blues, and reds,
And pastel shades of gray and tan
Are the colours that line Meeker Street
Monday, September 25th
Flesh and bones, I wear you like an overcoat.
Flesh and bones, you carry me around
like a favorite toy.
Tuesday, July 25th
The cool, heavy sun is mute: Apollo's
giddy, radiant youth
past and gone.
The sky is cloudy. Daisy's
you need to be somewhere
in an hour or two,
Wednesday, July 19th
Myriad the threads of sound, distinct, which woven together undergird
the forest's majestic, contemplative Silence-- the wind, trickling water,
birds... distant traffic... angry fat guy yelling at his girlfriend on the
Monday, July 10th
Insurance is a murrain, insurance
blunteth the needle in the maid’s hand
and stoppeth the spinner’s cunning. Pietro Lombardo
came not by insurance
Duccio came not by insurance
nor Pier della Francesca; Zuan Bellin’ not by insurance
nor was ‘La Calunnia’ painted.
Saturday, July 8th
Saturday, June 24th
Boolean intimacy/ cold equations/ of true love and betrayal, heartbreak/ and satisfaction
Tuesday, June 13th
Sunday, April 16th
se debe leer en un idioma que no sea el propio
Friday, October 28th, 2016
Mirá / estas cenizas / que fueron en otro tiempo mi cuerpo / lo que has abrazado fuerte / en otro tiempo / sientelas caerse / estas cenizas / entre tus dedos. Escuchá / al bosque / silencioso.
Look, now/ at these ashes / that used to be my body / you held me tight / used to / Now feel them falling / these ashes / between your fingers. Listen / to the silent / forest.
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