Loose Lips Lift All Slips
It wasn’t so long ago
and then it was. Sliding
till you hit false bottom,
wrestling metaphor for
sleep. It wasn’t so long
and then...
Loose Lips Lift All Slips
It wasn’t so long ago
and then it was. Sliding
till you hit false bottom,
wrestling metaphor for
sleep. It wasn’t so long
and then...
Molly, if you read this poem,
I have your three snapshots.
What a lot of white-shirted redheads
in plaid skirts, red and black,
rioting in the school auditorium,
each...
Loose Lips Lift All Slips
It wasn’t so long ago
and then it was. Sliding
till you hit false bottom,
wrestling metaphor for
sleep. It wasn’t so long
and then...
Their Apologies
I apologize for the inconvenience... I apologize for not emailing sooner... I apologize for missing class... I apologize my assignment is late... I...
Loose Lips Lift All Slips
It wasn’t so long ago
and then it was. Sliding
till you hit false bottom,
wrestling metaphor for
sleep. It wasn’t so long
and then...
Their Apologies
I apologize for the inconvenience... I apologize for not emailing sooner... I apologize for missing class... I apologize my assignment is late... I...
Loose Lips Lift All Slips
It wasn’t so long ago
and then it was. Sliding
till you hit false bottom,
wrestling metaphor for
sleep. It wasn’t so long
and then...
Their Apologies
I apologize for the inconvenience... I apologize for not emailing sooner... I apologize for missing class... I apologize my assignment is late... I...
Molly, if you read this poem,
I have your three snapshots.
What a lot of white-shirted redheads
in plaid skirts, red and black,
rioting in the school auditorium,
each...
Loose Lips Lift All Slips
It wasn’t so long ago
and then it was. Sliding
till you hit false bottom,
wrestling metaphor for
sleep. It wasn’t so long
and then...
They won’t put a stoplight on that corner till somebody dies, my father
would say. Somebody has to die. And my mother would always repeat:
Somebody...
after Borges
some by branching by bivalve by colony by loping by leaping
some disguised in waiting in watching by blending in motion
some in color in...
Agnes Varda: The Ardent Background
Always in the background of her films, landscape
as seeing
at times through a window.
framed by a curtain
held back by a hand....
Loose Lips Lift All Slips
It wasn’t so long ago
and then it was. Sliding
till you hit false bottom,
wrestling metaphor for
sleep. It wasn’t so long
and then...
Their Apologies
I apologize for the inconvenience... I apologize for not emailing sooner... I apologize for missing class... I apologize my assignment is late... I...
Molly, if you read this poem,
I have your three snapshots.
What a lot of white-shirted redheads
in plaid skirts, red and black,
rioting in the school auditorium,
each...