Nothing much, really…
no witness (angel or otherwise)
No spanking the maid under cover of clover, Mr. Coover
It’ll all be just na’kid teamwork couple of
marvel Euro’s on tricky spellings
Poetry
Javier Marías, Poison, Shadow and Farewell (Vol 3 of Your Face Tomorrow)
YES, what was left of the fat chance corporeal slug was rolled flat
Rolled out on kenophobic parade
Spooks’ ghost dance, collegial mischance
Bomb da bards, we say, wrong side d’grass
Listen to your Angel Number, hon… Run!
Ismail Kadare, The Accident
There it is again (there it
is again) ≈ saucy seventeener ≈
Taxiing down an empty runway
triggers en masse (as we said)
Moving Words
I’m going to hop on this poem
let it move like a rhino
leather seat worn beyond years
eye of extinct planet
honk its horn contemporarily
tippity galumph.
To the Coast
No longer narrow lanes
twisting through green hills of trees
frilly ripple of stream,
but a sharp exhalation
loud exclamation
Survival
each footprint in the snow
is a stroke on the wall—
each move
contemplated
calibrated
painful to all joints—
Three AM
Outside,
the rain whispers—
playing counterpart to the sounds
inside.
Soft tapping of keys
gives birth to ideas, …
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A quiet undercurrent
serves as accompaniment
in searching for placement—
for orphaned words, …
Sunday Morning
Outside,
the church bells
ring;
their chimes cut
through
a gray Whitechapel morning …
Poem by Mohsen Hosseinkhani (Translated from Persian)
1.
which beautiful memory
remains inside us as much as
when our loved ones leave!
which stream will take away
the final tears of our mothers
from our memories? …