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Out of the Frying Pan, Into the Fire

Coming from the US to France: out of the frying pan, into the fire.  Heat wave –canicule, in French – refers to dog days, which even Homer wrote about in The Iliad:  Sirius rises late in the dark, liquid skyOn summer … Continue reading

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Yetzirah, ROTC & Jesus Camp

World collide all the time.  This past weekend, it was Jewish poets at the Yetzirah Poetry Conference in the Blue Ridge Mountains doing their poetry hootenanny alongside hundreds of ROTC kids shouting theirs. It was Jesus Freak! JC rocks!, a Christian … Continue reading

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Weather Is Us

The weather has a nakedness that resembles ours.  It spits, it blows croons blusters and mourns. It is impetuous and adolescent, taking pleasure in small revolts and impunities. It also brings happiness, but this is not the norm.  We’re tempted to … Continue reading

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Anguish is like Laundry

My anguish can be washed in warm water, with a mild soap, when it’s soaked then rolled in an old towel lay it out in the dappled sun, beside lilies of the valley where it can hear the tinkling of … Continue reading

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Savage Truths of 7am

I am not being dishonest when I say I don’t like waking up at 6am.  It makes me negative. I hear stories of high-achieving friends waking at sunbreak to write, to lift weights at the gym …different species.  It’s only the leaking … Continue reading

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Diaspora of Affections

Since nothing is ever complete, the poetry book I wrote about my mother, Diaspora of Things, seems like a light-sensitive print of where I was a few years ago.  The relationship keeps evolving.  The deeper I get into motherhood – all these years … Continue reading

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UltraViolet Night

I awaken to pee, pass the windowin its wide-eyed state: too bright.Could be a spotlight that beams new films, except this skytracker doesn’t rove. The light is steady, ultraviolet.  The dead tree, tumbling shrubs, picket fence – all caught in the trembleof their … Continue reading

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Bowl of Mysteries

The house was warm, but down the road,everything steel-gray – the vast curve of the bay, clouds thin and skinned, each streak a pale sister of the other.   The shades have no names, so delicate, merged, chilled.  Darkly brooding,  wading into my poor mind. I’d … Continue reading

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Thanksgiving Dreamed My Poem

The poem I’m wrestling with wrestled with me all week.My dreamlife gave me these ideas: That pungent vinaigrette in the little dish:pour the rest over the poem. It will taste delicious. Push that boulder which is also a wordover the poem’s … Continue reading

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On Seeing Kara Walker in Mary Janes

I was curious about the guard when she came over.There was a gap between her teeth, coffee-skinned, in museum guard clothes.  Around us the monstrosities of race, freestanding caricatures of the enslaved with robotic nerves – a man strives after a severed limb; … Continue reading

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