There is the sound ( Read more... )

She had a tongue piercing. This he noticed 
instantly. There was a mutual need.

Like a stray

he followed her home.

Here is the bed. The novelty has worn off.

He kisses her bitterly

as if each kiss were a price to be paid.

He entered her like a knife.

And when what was to be done

was done-his life all over the place,

marks of her nails and teeth in scarlet

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I want to take off your clothes ( Read more... )

The steam from this Americano ( Read more... )

If I am required to make life-
                if I am required for conception

my love will be able to save life as well.

My first time at a hospital,
               my dad-at county-the oldest
of three who survived the war-

what did he think about while lying in his bed.

I prayed then, as he lay wasting away,
and soon my prayers gave way to praise
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Soon it will be fall.  Already the trees have lost their green ( Read more... )

Soon it will be fall.  Already the trees have lost their green
and turned the color of patchwork quilts that have
seen years of use--faded blocks, not yet in their full
autumnal glory.  I drop the tea infuser into the metal pot

and imagine the dark, dried leaves the color of moss
meeting the hot water: a little burst of life, a wettening,
an opening up, ( Read more... )

Ilya Kaminsky wrote:

"Once or twice in his life,
a man is peeled like apples.

What's left is a voice
that splits his being

down to the center.
We see: obscenity, fright mud."

~ from "Musica Humana" (Dancing in Odessa)

After he is peeled he must take whatever skin that was pared off and put it back into place.  His skin will never quite feel the same way, ( Read more... )

Oh to be the destroyer of worlds ( Read more... )

KENNETH REXROTH ( Read more... )