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THE BUILDING OPPOSITE stands naked. steel needles of mesh, rusted and fixed in squares of caleb’s* concrete. i see it every day, it doesn’t grow but when it’s fully built i will look back at the time it was frozen during lockdown. i will think of now, first floor, five stars. i will think of him, his photography, i will think of her, i will talk you through it. show you these things, frozen now. EL EDIFICIO DE ENFRENTE está desnudo las metálicas agujas de malla oxidadas y aseguradas...
  • diciembre 12, 2021
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WRITTEN ON SKIN In cursive and script your kiss is indelibly written on skin. Even now, the cut from your birth echoing the rain is written on skin. The numbers from a time of horror are held written on skin. Just as the rings record the age of the tree my ages and phases are written on skin. The wood from the forest for the violin its music etched in wood, written on skin. The umbilical cord coiled around my neck is still there, pulsating purple, written on skin....
  • noviembre 28, 2021
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  BULL RIDER IN THE RODEO SKY Bull rider in the rodeo sky kicking up dust like breadloaf clouds sweating in the chute (is that the sun or is it the meanest line of spit ever to fall from a bull’s crazy mouth) I knew where you was headed when you hit 13 a skinny kid but up for any brand of trouble you could find & okay we had that fight you & me & then you just up & took off, shot out the gate — your...
  • agosto 6, 2021
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  BELIEVE NOT IN THE INNOCENCE OF INK Poets have no respect for the private life of metaphor. You dress and undress us like little girls’ dolls. You make us come off crude. Me, I’d much rather have remained unsung than to have to exhibit myself like a stripper. Hey, d’ya hear me! This doll ain’t done with you yet. And when you think you’ve pinned me to the page, drained me and dropped me, I’ll give you a taste of your own bitter medicine. Feel it now? The...
  • agosto 5, 2021
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  THE HUMANIST When he rose before the jury of his peers he knew he had arrived at the endgame of his belief, mirror against mirror, and when they read to him his crimes— his betrayal of the time’s consensus—he saw he would be folded into the body of the human story. He would be judged and found guilty of elevating men to this very position of judgment. The loneliest person on earth is a humanist condemned. When the pyre was lit, it bloated the square with light—the light...
  • julio 30, 2021
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  A  BODY OF WORK One comes, eventually, to the realization that one will leave behind only a body of work that will grow increasingly unintelligible to each new generation. A trace will remain spread across the vast internet in much the way certain particles inhabit the emptiness of deep space—negligibly, though perhaps measurably. I, for instance, am childless and, therefore, most likely will die alone, my nest feathered with yellowing poems. One comes, eventually, to the knowledge that one’s children are increasingly unintelligible, being yellowing poems spread across...
  • julio 30, 2021
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AND THE FOLIAGE FALLS AND THE LONELINESS OF ROOFS shines in the September sun. Poetic corners overflown by time tremble from shyness and from fear of hoarfrost. And the mouths of organized cars glare against the houses. Fibers of mornings swinging in the blue calm hang in the air. Souls full of holes restlessly toss about in the rooms and swallow the oxygen of words, whose freeing breath -like opium- lasts only briefly. EL FOLLAJE CAE Y LA SOLEDAD DE LOS TECHOS brilla en el sol de septiembre. Los...
  • julio 14, 2021
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  CAROLYN BEATRICE PARKER It was a silvery metal ⠀⠀⠀⠀in a dark room blue-skewed glow excited by decay Did Carolyn Parker ⠀⠀⠀⠀hold the polonium in her hands did she ever breathe it in? working government top-secret with this radioactive element —The Dayton Project— research and development ⠀⠀⠀⠀during World War II part of the Manhattan Project building the first atomic bombs Parker ⠀⠀⠀⠀first Black woman in the U.S. ⠀⠀⠀⠀to have a postgraduate degree ⠀⠀⠀⠀in physics two master’s—the other in mathematics dedicated, hardworking, afire little is known of her work within...
  • julio 14, 2021
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CARTA DE HENRY MILLER A CHARLES BUKOWSKI DEL 22 DE AGOSTO DE 1965                                                                                                                 22 de Agosto de 1965   Querido amigo—   La única razón por la cual no te digo que vengas...
  • junio 19, 2021
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CARTA DE ALLEN GINSBERG A EZRA POUND DE MAYO DE 1951                                                                                                                                      Mayo 1951   Querido Pound,     No sé si sirve de...
  • junio 19, 2021
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