Category poetry
Lyrics
Seldom songs will just be played When it’s not the music That we need, but The words. I would want your love, laying Right at that couch, in The living room. I would want that touch, not For I need what love gives But to realise, All what it failed to make Of our lives. […]
Day Breaks: Understanding Life’s Journey through Full Circle
Norah Jones has witnessed a magnitude of success that was quite overwhelming for her own devices. What could’ve been just another experimentation of a pseudo jazz artist, developed into this whole new genre of contemporary music that had overlapping tones of pop and blues. Come Away With Me as a record librated Norah from a […]
Family and Freedom in Drutse’s Shorts
Ion Drutse reflects his deconstruction of modern Moldovan family and all its collateral affairs in ‘Let’s Talk About Weather”. Set in the humbled hamlet of Soviet era, the narrative boasts of this naive conception of expectations within the schemes of familial love. An old man who once toiled at quarrying fields, finds himself living amidst […]
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before there were prints on my fingers —-or nails to clutch or a ——————name for any of it, when my hair was still shifting —-and waiting to hatch from ——————-an uncooked skull, when i did not have an unbent —-spine, there was a red and ——————–hollow space between the rows of empty seats —-and you […]
December 2015
the elm are naked with anticipation, they have stopped shaking and everyone is indoors. there is not much to say these days, and we are getting nostalgic. something approaches. in the street the bodies of lovers pass, saying nothing.
Letter from NY to her, the unbeliever in California
The broken Vs of the too-late geese leave space for the gone ones which would have blackened the sky. This is the season of flight. I did go to California, you know. More than once I walked on warm dirt, up firm mountains which were neither Greek nor tragic but were blessed with enough rain […]
body-without-organs
my bones fly out around me, disheveled, pricked by wind, in pain, and I stand back unshocked. I read of it in mystic reports, gossip columns well-known not for veracity, but for imagination and an odd sense of familiarity. I have not met my limbs, but am told of them by unreliable, unquestionable agents […]
in the swimming pool
i remember in the swimming pool, feeling my erection press against her twelve-year-old body. she wanted me to hold her and carry her. i was small and weak but the water made it easy. so i pulled her lithe and bony limbs closer, cat eyes blinking, flat moonpale chest slippery and dappled in the summer […]
Watching Footage of the Vietnam War
Soundtrack: “Beach Baby” by The First Class Dad went east on ROTC, August 1964, Left behind Greenwich Village folklife and a dissertation on Pound’s war broadcasts. His back is streaked still with shrapnel and burns that show when he’s bent all summer digging in the garden. Upstate, 2003, a breeze smacks the door open. He […]
Spacecase
Spacecase cased space for time just in case there was placed Spacecases place in places in space on paths untraced by other mortal hands and eyes. Longitudinal and lateral symmetry that as much as Spacecase tries can’t be traced through space by eyes. Tired, tired, burning bright like twice burning candles in the night. What […]
