Monthly Archives: April 2009

Now it makes sense to hate the young. To fear them as we fear the green hearth of an open grave. Under our ribs we grew them, spark and bright spoke. We lived to love— in mostly custodial ways— the … Continue reading →

For the ugly man who buys bell peppers, eats them raw before talking to himself, for the widow who loves prunes because they’re tender as lips, for the Saudi who comes wearing a jalabia, his face easing, not afraid of … Continue reading →

Spring is like a perhaps hand (which comes carefully out of Nowhere)arranging a window,into which people look(while people stare arranging and changing placing carefully there a strange thing and a known thing here)and changing everything carefully spring is like a … Continue reading →

Shake off this sadness, and recover your spirit sluggish you will never see the wheel of fate that brushes your heel as it turns going by, the man who wants to live is the man in whom life is abundant. … Continue reading →

You whom I could not save Listen to me. Try to understand this simple speech as I would be ashamed of another. I swear, there is in me no wizardry of words. I speak to you with silence like a … Continue reading →

I have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in rain — and back in rain. I have outwalked the furthest city light. I have looked down the saddest city lane. I have passed by the watchman … Continue reading →

Hard Rock / was / “known not to take no shit From nobody,” and he had the scars to prove it: Split purple lips, lumbed ears, welts above His yellow eyes, and one long scar that cut Across his temple … Continue reading →

Ink runs from the corners of my mouth. There is no happiness like mine. I have been eating poetry. The librarian does not believe what she sees. Her eyes are sad and she walks with her hands in her dress. … Continue reading →