AN IRREGULAR ODE
AN IRREGULAR ODE Thirty days shy of forty, on a rush-hour-crowded Coney-Island-bound F train, I questioned the exact circumference of the sandy cir...
ARSENAL
ARSENAL Yesterday was beautiful; today is thick & stagnant: hurricanes threaten communities from Kitty Hawk to Nantucket – all low-lying areas are evacuated...
My Poems Bear The Weight And Suffer The Limitations Of My Experiences: An I...
MY POEMS BEAR THE WEIGHT AND SUFFER THE LIMITATIONS OF MY EXPERIENCES Qalandar Bux Memon: Your poems often evoke death and also aging - which we might say is a movement t...
NOTE FROM A DOOMED CIVILIZATION
NOTE FROM A DOOMED CIVILIZATION The Americans have broken all Treaties, refused to...
BIRDS ARE NOT THE ONLY MUSIC
BIRDS ARE NOT THE ONLY MUSIC A name, if not heavy, still of a certain heft, but less jagged than affection: a su...
A FIELD GUIDE TO THE UNEXPECTED
How could I mistake the scent of anxious-approaching-angry skunk for that of cheap marijuana? A scent I called skunk weed, but Vida says that term is reserved for the good shit...