Poetry and Other Artifacts - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Proverb This entry has been moved. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Early Spring Roadside #2 This poem is no longer online. It will be included in my new book, The Wife of History and Other Planetary Characters. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Zero Circle Be helpless, dumbfounded, We are too dull-eyed to see that beauty. So let us rather not be sure of anything, - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - This poem has been moved. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - a tree's scrabble hands - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - This poem is no longer online. Look for it in my new book, The Wife of History and Other Planetary Characters. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Abide, or How to Tune Paint-Flakes Who is sympathic and abiding and Who continues to hover assuredly? Knots do not whisper in art galleries, Then forget the doom, the grave is hiding, Abide, affright, and atone, anon. Count leverage in this town as akin to If you�re all at nines, This poem will be included in my new book, The Wife of History and Other Planetary Characters, to be published in the fall of 2010 by the Intaglio Galosh Studio Press. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Excerpt from the novel The Boy in the Yellow Leatherette Portmanteau A tall woman stood talking to Yost and the chief; her back was towards Ethan but a characteristic unease gripped him at his first sight of her. She stood narrow as a poplar, square-shouldered in a short leather jacket of simple cut, old and obviously cherished, her long legs sheathed in spotless faded jeans, perfectly fitted. Her dark hair was a thick swathe of inimitable style, shot with strands of muted silver. He would have recognized her poise anywhere, and knew without looking that her shoes were casual, expensive, and exactly harmonious to her ensemble. When she turned, he was not surprised to see she wore a simple cotton shirt, a schoolboy's white shirt made altogether feminine by a steel-bead necklace and jet earrings. Her bag and sunglasses were in one hand, the other hand was empty and laid lightly, with purposeful grace, on Yost's sleeve, but only for a moment. "His opaline courtesy resembled a white hibiscus inked on an emptied lacquer box." The line occurred to him unbidden; it was one of hers, from the poem "One Free Man in Paris". The use of the word "emptied" instead of "empty" had always seemed to him significant, but he had never wondered enough to ask her about it. Pierced by the attentive slate-blue gaze peculiar to Rafaella Blisset de Alb, Ethan almost winced, his belly curled tight, a familiar sensation in the presence of his godmother. He had always felt a certain amount of wariness when under her eye. On more than a few occasions, he had caught himself trying to scent a trap, all too aware that she was one of the few people in the world who knew how to construct a cage that could hold him. Also: "Three Papers" - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Caption from the cartoon Geranium Lake Properties by Wm. Yost for June 25, 1988 His tallowy hair was shaped like a large chunk of chalk, opal-studded and soapy with resinous albumin. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Caption from the cartoon Geranium Lake Properties by Wm. Yost for July 15, 1987 After the soldiers and mosquitos had fled, the drowned fisherman and his neighbor decided to caravan forth across the frore distance between two eternal pivots of the moment, pointed always toward tomorrow. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Imaginary book: Hollow Abdomen An excerpt from "Maranatha" by Enoch Soon: "Dried blood inscribed a black halo upon the forehead of each witness, a badge of elemental kinship. Only the monographer and the vibraphonist lived after the passing of the deity, but they had not been left unharmed. Their rescuers discovered them unconscious and half-buried in the dirt floor of the uncaulked crematorium. When the pair woke to reason, they found their skin and their sanity crusted and scarped by the sand-laden winds." From Hollow Abdomen, Gordon & Merritt Books, 1994. A collection of essays about rituals of death and rebirth by various writers. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The harmless property of swords, - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - |
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