~I Speak the Fire~
Dedicated to all who are afraid to speak.
I speak the fire
Because it is me
That is contained
In each ember
Who sheared the fog from the mountains?They’re bleating, nearly bald,huddled together at the horizon.Or I’m reading too muchinto the landscape again. Projecting,as if playing a recorded image of myselfon the screen of terrain. I am…
Wind can’t move the lightonly what’s in front of it.
Stirring shadow-shaped leaves
Sculptor left your stone eyes blank. But you were busy looking someplace else.
No dancing girl, Mohenjo Daro, terra cotta, Indian Jazz Baby, Twenties flapper contraband for bobbed hair alone.
I. Assorted Facts About Rivers
drive southward (except one)lack relicsfollow saltexist in imagination and myth as well as in mud and mineralhard to integrate into the mind because of continuity, edacity…
Strapped to the wheel of perpetualawareness, I listen as my boss says, if I want to keep my job, I’d best think hard, not about
I. Sanctuary Island.Sakhalin, thatRussian penal colony:imprisoned yet free,each person trapped.Chekhov traveled hereby rail, months-long,from Moscow, tubercular.Took a transcendentcensus of inmatesand freed men,annexes…
Congratulations to Tracy K. Smith, named today by the Library of Congress as the nation’s 22nd Poet…
The air pinned us like a two-tonduvet. We painted all the walls
blue. We sipped icebergsto cool down. When it got really bad