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Daily Archives: October 3, 2013
This life, my brother
(For Kofi Awoonor) This life, my brother is a battle-field of souls malevolent, benevolent endless strife restless life This life, my brother is where you fight it hard and still earn it bad This life, my brother … Continue reading
Hem
Jesus is waiting in Heaven for me when I die, Miss Hooker at Sunday School says. So I’d better watch it, my sinning, so much so that I never sin again or else when I get up there He’ll toss … Continue reading
Tips
I want to die so that I can go to Heaven and live forever but my Sunday School teacher, Miss Hooker, tells me that’s a sin, wanting to die and wanting to die like that especially. No, I have to … Continue reading
The last poem I will ever write you
~ i loved you like a yawn: the tensening of my abdomen when your hand found my hip my legs flexed to keep from quivering the way only once you called me honey and the words found their way directly … Continue reading
advice
(for the writer who can’t write, and who doesn’t know how to live without writing) study people’s mouths on the subway, then write their lips’ biographies. look up recordings of whale songs, eking sound from their mass, translate those … Continue reading
The Fairest Mark
We are not as the day Whose length is well-defined No breath seized midway Its demise, its joy. We are not as the day For men’s art cannot just Efface the footprints We do not fare same. Are we as … Continue reading
The Trouble With Expectation
The tumbling and Falling of disgusting Expectation – It rides the weary Soul for the rest of Its days. James Maxwell

