Poem
'Circle of Fifths', a new poem by John Hawke
... (read more)Again, death rolled towards / my daughter and me. Again / its grim, slow prowl and sudden / bulk. Again, human misery / veered from its lane.
... (read more)Imitating Rural Imitation: After Robert Browning’s ‘Two in the Campagna’
This place we live is termed ‘rural’ / or ‘countryside’ by arrangement / with or of the planters of grains, / the breeders of animals for / slaughter, by conservative vote.
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not quite meandering chi luck / more like vermillion songbirds than orange / figure / maybe nine months postpartum ...
... (read more)(A fugue in words inspired by a shipwreck at Vanikoro)
They
should have known
the blood-red coral
would look for props –
fallen men, upturned ships
nu ...
As if / the black window / at the solitary pass / from I to this (or you or now) / could let a human mind ...
... (read more)Scene like a Banksy mural: / tiny Flower Thrower lobbing / blood and vernix onto our // chests, squirming pink- / purple skin gliding on Māmān, / alien as amniotic fluid,
... (read more)we live with myriad trees
brush boxes engulf our balconies
October skins bursting pistachio green
beneath in bark litter
Chinese boys carry lattes
crack basketballs down the middle seam