Mounds and Trenches Robert Morris(Lithograph on Wove Paper)1969 The eye is a liar. Easily duped, the mind interposes memories onto the everlasting present moment. Each tree is hundreds … Read the rest

In the Bible Belt everyone prays for you, especially if they don’t like you very much. As I understand it, praying for someone you don’t even like is worth more … Read the rest

Translated by Sekyo Nam Haines Temple Bell The way ripe fruits drop from branches, sounds of temple bell drop from empty space. Where sounds fall, they burst into light and … Read the rest

The Morning Lying still under a swift fan, I understand significance. By a window you have also lain formless, in a warmth and in a passing rain. Categories line the … Read the rest

The Thirtieth Year after Lucille Clifton I had expected to be an ordinary woman. Dreamed of daughters, beauty, life made whole by them. Then the year of losing came, the … Read the rest

Dear Time, how many knees wasted at the wrong pulpit? thought i worshipped the future, but it was pleasure all along. thought my prayer aimed for peace, but it was … Read the rest

21 Years After the U.S. Invasion of Iraq, I Confront Mary Oliver’s Ghost in the Middle of a Genocide I ask her if she’s picked any flowers today, and what… Read the rest

Pastoral on the Invention of Screaming Two mice in the traps this morning— One of them with just a paw in the trap’s maw— Do I really have to tell … Read the rest

Ode to Palm Tree They are so skinny and tilted and giving and unbroken. Tipsy nightclub curve, tropical bones of our festive dirt. Thrashed by storm. Under hurricane they whip … Read the rest

translated by Edward Gunawan Muscle Mary ma didn’t get mad when I told her I’m attracted to other men, on one condition: “most important is you don’t become the woman.”… Read the rest