Three Poems
I admit, / I’m an unnecessarily handsome / knockabout, nightly drunk to no apparent / effect. But, it’s nice to be worried about. / It’s almost like being cared… More
Rilke Shake
gertrude stein has an ass out to there gertrude / stein and when she gets out there she makes a great noise as / though someone dragged a wet… More
Notes of a Native Son
I’m the truest sort of resident. The kind who, / asked to offer proof that he resides here, fails. / The guy who comes from someplace else & thrives… More
Angina Days
Powdered milk from the firm of Harrison Bros., Chicago, / dried egg from Walker’s, Merrymaker & Co., of Kingstown, Alabama, / any flour left unconfiscated by the German camp… More
Three Poems
A calm sign in the trees of May: she’s dead, / not like this dirge staining the air, her name / recited in the camphor-house where the chalk /… More
A Theory of the Novel
a boy’s attention, corralled / in sand, pebbles, and the sun’s / slow clockwork, fails to take in / the wreckage, though / years from now, he’ll describe it… More
Up Jump the Boogie
Life is never measured / In beats, but beat-downs, / Not line breaks, just breaks. More
Oranges and Snow
My days will be a row of milk pails / and buckets filled with midnight liquids / darker and thicker than melted pitch, / so that in the end… More
Euphrase Kezilahabi: Selected Poems
What remains now / are some millet grains / scattered in the desert / by a blind sower. More
Far District
Immodest in broad daylight, / a ruddy-bellied woman bathes / at the public stand-pipe More
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