Fire Redux
Fire Day  he was naked all the year they came to talk and gaze and every city had no shame  they came to say the days are as they are  the place and time are evil...
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Small Nouns
This a poem of George Oppen’s, a favorite of my friend Randy. I had read Oppen and not had much sympathy for him until Randy showed me this one, in The New...
Read MoreRomantic Epigramme
I am an empty Universe A mirror flashing in the sky Your light my love and mine And then we die
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A journal from DC called Big Cigars published this one in 1990. I have no idea when I first wrote it. Maybe 1986 or ’85. I’m right now rooting around for...
Read MoreThe Machine Will Not Stop
THE MACHINE WILL NOT STOP lifting nor the light wilt new things the crank case full of speed is black with grease jaw piston locked to the street restless...
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