The Major did not chat but with a kiss on the cheek marked each daily encounter. Surely, we wondered if his temper made us safer: motorcycles, rural landing strips, Putumayo. Charged as guard of a Colombian Vice-President, a needless Doberman where a Labrador could have barked. The Major spoke into his speech, […]
From Ginosko Literary Journal’s 12th Edition. To read the complete poem, download the entire journal here. For other editions of Ginosko, click here.
Minus the saliva on paper The hesitant comma Barely smeared Impatient still Signed and dated Sealed I offer every swerve Soft wrist and stiff neck Dear, This is my wet black ink Written 2005
In the fifteen minutes you claimed would elapse before you arrived at my house wearing a tuxedo, I read Charles Bukowski and saw the December boat parade. Before you arrived, I heard blow horns punctuate the salsa CD spinning in my bedroom. I read about Bukowski’s cats, both of them, and their […]
Blogging is a real religion. It is how I feel small but connected to the big, to the unknown, to the better than I, to that life after I die. It is how I beg to be liked by being good. Written 2013
Tea. Carol Ann Duffy. Read Boston, June 2013
It is no secret to me that Leonard Cohen drank too much wine late at night, listening to someone like Leonard Cohen on too much wine late at night. I am no better than myself. The way I break down is sudden and graceful, with altruism, helping hand, my head held up so […]
Un pueblo autóctono, explicaste, pesca y come; encuentra piedras hace regalos; corta paja vende sombreros; inventa sombra y luego la cobra. Escrito 2007
Hangover. Billy Collins. Read Los Angeles, April 2013.
Today I read about poetic time and poetic space, about how allegories are imagined and metrics not. I read about real efforts to compose, allusions, footnotes, tool sheds as help. I read all this believing in it, not knowing that tonight you would be where I was, and I would need […]
No language When spoken Suits me I could try to remember more Read slower Drink less Practice inserting one word into a daily sentence Oh! – The conversations New sounds digested on my saturnine tongue Aardvark Adjurations dropped after the birthday boy asked Written 2009
Not a slightly quivering shell covering solace love anymore Nor the sturdy come home sounding doors awake aside Ground fallen stymied lump of grab There here visible unto us Growth of silence flowerlike confident bloom Room light thickened butter weight gasps of air Lungs confront chest mirror throat Styrofoam plea squeaks through […]