praying for closure in several places
openness in others
and acceptance to be in uncertainty

found poem

and we see spider silk and standards of ravishing frivolity corrupt an audience with pleasure. rubber flowers, reflective glass and carnival acts objectify variously as beautiful manners, bluster inseparable from fury. the overall air of strangeness extraordinarily fluid inspired by illumination create nonsense really intensely, but kind of unreadable: jar of fox bones or something similar.

(The New Yorker, May 7, 2012)

when the world was crumbling

perhaps a sad and anxious pollen infects us

but poets continue to breathe and distill

so the rest can nod our heads

yes.

hug the poet closest to you often

the reward will be yours

Lifting Belly (an excerpt)

by Gertrude Stein

 

Kiss my lips. She did.
Kiss my lips again she did.
Kiss my lips over and over and over again she did.
I have feathers.
Gentle fishes.
Do you think about apricots. We find them very beautiful. It is not alone their color it is their seeds that charm us. We find it a change.
Lifting belly is so strange.
I came to speak about it.

beautiful thank you

the holy, hidden heart

as it happens, grew

this day made fresh

may not be to order

but is what we have

where are you now
and where am I
and where is that honeybee headed