Poets
Poets?! I am so sick of these Goddamn poets! Oh sure, “I’m a poet, it’s cool to be a poet. …
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words…
Every time I open my mouth words tremble on my tongue, “shaking like a pistol in a young man’s hand,” …
Prageeta Sharma
Contemporaries and Snobs – Poem by Prageeta Sharma after Laura Riding Jackson There’s a structure for idiocy—lamplight— all over the …
Rules…
“Wherein we discover that many of the “rules” for good writing and good sex are the same: Keep your hand …
Anger
Angry?! I am mad with anger! I will use this pencil to gouge out his heart and then I’ll make …
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Gone to Where it Doesn’t Rain Much
When I go to the reservation in my mind I become a man in a singlewide. There are the inevitable …
A Rose for the Virgin
I could not swallow my vanity there in the Mission. Having arrived with a rose for the Virgin, I was …
Mnemonics
The smell of wax reminds me of flowers piled up against the coffin. Surrounded by tall white candles, dusted with …
Thirteen Ways of the Desert
After Wallace Stevens I The desert is painted ocher, turquoise and white in the right kind of light. II In …
Poetry on the run 