a. Driving Home from the Night Shift, Our Mother
Listens to Hank Williams’ “Lost Highway”
She cracks the window,
letting the cold air
slap her awake. Cranking
the radio, she sings
along as she leans
into the burn of …
Genre: Poetry
We are here now. Not where we said we would be. But also not where we never thought of. We are here. It is still unknown whether we will be on our way. Whether we will be tortured. But for …
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Anti-Elegy for the Trees
How tired I’ve grown of the trees their weeping
boughs, the musty slop of the leaves they discard, wanton, wet
on the ground their seedy fruit ripened into rancor
their stagnation that passes for
To a Friend Who Reads Poetry
for Muriel Rukeyser
She was so wonderful,
Large in every way,
Her voice out
Of that deep and ample chest,
Her eyes, steady
In an unsteadying way.
Large in spirit, a passion
8.
A cloud of pilgrims is moving toward us, the whiteness of their robes scarcely matters, the scattered threads scarcely matter. Their skins don’t show the same marks, nor the same lines.
A cloud of pilgrims is moving toward us, …
A Dead Shark Isn’t Art
In 1991, English conceptual artist Damien Hirst created
the controversial art piece The Physical Impossibility of Death
in the Mind of Someone Living. A simple construction.
Steel. Glass. A solution of formaldehyde. The …
Grownfolk Blues
bill collectors find me no matter where I move
been eyeing some comfortable dr. scholl’s shoes
google med school for every bump & bruise
webmd say I’m gon die by tues
pocket list full of endless to-dos
options …
Poetry
Moonrise; Rain; Night falls so impatiently; & Come in, please!, translated from the Chinese by the author
Night falls so impatiently
Rhapsody on a theme of Fang Si
Ah night
night falls so impatiently
do not sing a mournful song
do not capture me with melancholy
do not interrogate me with questioning eyes
I only sigh
Poetry
December 1: Ginkgos; In the Late Afternoon: Two Moments; & Memo to Self: Ten Reasons for Love
Memo to Self: Ten Reasons for Love
1. Go ahead and fill your life with love
Let it be hot cocoa in February
Make it water from a cold outdoor spigot
When mama Gaia turns up the burning heat
