Poetry. Translations of poetry, mostly classical Chinese and Japanese. Anything else I want to write.
Saturday, April 28, 2012
THE DARK AGES BEGIN
The mathematician Hypatia murdered by a Christian mob, likely at the instigation of the future Saint Cyril.
Friday, April 20, 2012
BEING A NURSE
when they burst in on him
he jumped out the window
the mob caught him
and left him dazed and bleeding
naked in the street
in the hospital
the night shift heard
there were death threats
and pushed furniture
against the back door
of the nursing unit
in the morning
one of the two policemen
takes off his kevlar vest
my patient is impassive
and silent
I rub lotion on his back
and put vaseline
on his puffy lips
he says thank you
out at the station
they say
oh that one's yours
how could someone do that
to a five-year-old girl
Friday, April 13, 2012
THE ALBANIAN LANGUAGE HAS LOST 100% 0F ITS ORIGINAL VOCABULARY
Which is more me
the lemon drop melting in my mouth
or the spit drying on my finger?
a mangled, still-warm severed thumb
or a well-formed stool in my sigmoid colon?
my forgotten ideas about the syntax of "The Blue Juniata"
or the unconscious grammar common to us all?
Which is more me
I, lying blankly here,
or this yellowed paper in your hand?
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