Madre De Los Dolores

She made my life a living hellbut oddly I somehow loved her. She was like a noxious weedthat breaks through the cementand keeps coming upwith belated “fuck yous”to the weed killer. She had her roots deep into my earth,my wife, not my mother(who hated her) and her gin bottles were tied tothe car when I wed herdaughter (which gave […]

The Closers

They get whatever they want.Sometimes they want to talk of justice,or they deign to talk of justicewhen what they want requires justiceto be spoken of. They want power. One time I sat in a jazz club,and the spider web spunfrom my cigaretteshowed no traceof any victimbefore making itselfinto a smile,merging into theartificiallight. Outside the clubthey […]

A Reading of E. E.Cummings’s Poem, “plato told”

plato told him:he couldn’tbelieve it(jesus told him;hewouldn’t believeit)lao tszecertainly toldhim,and general(yes mam)sherman;and even(believe itor not)youtold him:i toldhim;we told him(he didn’t believe it,no sir)it tooka nipponized bit ofthe old sixth avenueel;in the top of his head:to tell him

Repose of Rivers, by Hart Crane (A Reading)

The willows carried a slow sound,A sarabande the wind mowed on the mead.I could never rememberThat seething, steady leveling of the marshesTill age had brought me to the sea. Flags, weeds. And remembrance of steep alcovesWhere cypresses shared the noon’sTyranny; they drew me into hades almost.And mammoth turtles climbing sulphur dreamsYielded, while sun-silt rippled themAsunder […]