July 16, 2017
(After Ted Hughes’ Hawk Roosting)
From buds of sycamore I shall unfurl,
as drip by drip with words insinuate
my waxy sap, ink wet. I seek to curl
about your nerves with words; articulate
the unctious waves, retorts so worldly-wise
with wit. Recount each phrase of the absurd
July 15, 2017
It's not the kind of wall to stop you or your kin
from crossing to the other side.
It is the kind of wall that will halt you in your
tracks, because of the art of diplomacy.
Take a pair of woman's hands: fine, long fingered,
bones brittle but supple in deftness a...
July 13, 2017
Each question is a broken
pair of handcuffs,
each answer a kind of escape.
She duct-taped several rubies
to her belly.
They detained her for smuggling,
but the rubies were hers
and had the duct tape
been some sort of cellophane,
the fashion statement would have worked.
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