Poem 14: Prision of Bone |
Always and ever O prison of boneWorld Without End - Lagahoo Poems by Joseph Christopher AboudBlessed the silence you learn to enjoyBlessed the doors you do not lock before sleepingBlessed the window, ...
Posted by on Sat, 19 Apr 2008 18:44:00 GMT |
Poem 13: Untitled |
You can outrun the thing that runs after you, but not what is running inside you. - Traditional Rwandan proverbthe city appears to her as a writhing mass of hungry steel; full of greed and confusion. ...
Posted by on Sat, 19 Apr 2008 18:12:00 GMT |
Poem 12: Helen feeds her Prince |
I lied when I said the eggs wouldn't kill you, They are a life from within a life and youare only a raw boy with no mother. I wantedto see your beautiful face shudder as the tender curlded yolks slip...
Posted by on Wed, 16 Apr 2008 12:29:00 GMT |
Poem 11: Addendum 2 (the mistress must admit a truth) |
You, of course, write the best love letters I've never read Your father will keep the same love until the day he dies, He has worked his whole life; needle and thread and a union card and a handshake ...
Posted by on Tue, 15 Apr 2008 22:21:00 GMT |
Poem 10: yes, I know Im behind (LNAWBSML 2) |
Superman on a Yew Wood Cross(for Geoff Trenchard)Dear Geoff, my friend lately I dream of you;A dream in which you hang upon a crossmade of yew wood, arms outstretched,your bare body, impossibly long a...
Posted by on Tue, 15 Apr 2008 04:48:00 GMT |
Poem 9: Last Night a White Boy Saved My Life (letter poem for Emily Kagan) |
Dear Emily, Here in the city there’s an air of the carnal in every budding goddam dogwood. I don’t know what to do with myself between poems. The sex isn’t exceptional unless you ...
Posted by on Wed, 09 Apr 2008 22:39:00 GMT |
Poem 8: knot (really late cuz i was sleep deprived i swear im gonna catch up) |
so one of the things this 30/30 committment is generating aside from an ocean of first drafts and false starts is a wave great conversations here in louderland about how to even get a poem going and a...
Posted by on Wed, 09 Apr 2008 05:07:00 GMT |
Poem 7: bed and the devil (ragingly incompleete draft with thanks to Ray Medina) |
blamed the bed, the sunkenawful too soft bed for everythingthat ailed her. When she roseon Monday with nothing left i her body to forgive and the smaillof her back sounded a seriesof snap snap snapsh...
Posted by on Tue, 08 Apr 2008 00:07:00 GMT |
Poem 6: Addendum |
Poem 6: Addendum to the Mistress’s HandbookBefore he leaves you will have changed his name,you will have abandoned his family in a wide suburban street.He pretends to be the bark of a strong tre...
Posted by on Sun, 06 Apr 2008 21:57:00 GMT |
Poem 5 : Mythology of the Liar |
Mythology of the liarLies Icarus told his FatherNothing in our mythology prepares the sun for me. Nothingin your experience is as bright and wild as what is happening to me. I have nothing to live fo...
Posted by on Sat, 05 Apr 2008 19:02:00 GMT |
