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The decorum of fire... —Pablo Neruda We learned the decorum of fire, the flame’s curious symmetry, the blue heat at the center of the…
All night he lies awake tuning the… tuning the night with its fat crac… with its melancholy love songs cro… across the rainy air above Verdun & the autobahn’s blue suicidal…
‘Hotel rooms constitute a separate… —Tom Stoppard A bed, a telephone, the cord to the world beyond the womb . . .
Spring, rainbows, ordinary miracles about which nothing new can be said. The stars on a clear night
She was not a slender woman, but her skin was milk mixed in with strawberry jam & between her legs the word pu… & her hair was the color of wh…
You open to me a little, then grow afraid and close again, a small boy
You can be hurt because you want too much; because in your face it says: love me, nurture me; because in your teeth it says:
The man under the bed The man who has been there for yea… The man who waits for my floating… The man who is silent as dustballs… The man whose breath is the breath…
On line at the supermarket waiting for the tally, the blue numerals tattooed on the white skins
Now, moving in, cartons on the flo… the radio playing to bare walls, picture hooks left stranded in the unsoiled squares where pain… and something reminding us
With his head full of Shakespeare… and old notions of poetic justice, he was ready with his elegies the day the ocean sailed into the… ‘The sea,’ he wrote, 'is a forgivi…
Black ship of night sailing through the world & the moon an orange slice tangy to the teeth of lovers who lie
When we become truly ourselves, we… —Suzuki Sick of the self, the self—seducing self— with its games, its fears,
And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy. —William Blake Because I would not admit that I had nurtured
. .Who shall measure the heat and violence of the poet’s heart when… and tangled in a woman’s body? —Virginia Woolf Every month,