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The Bliss of Old Socks
I toss brand new socks back and rifle
through drawers for solace and kindness
The old ones surrender and smile at me
the garters have given up they are
indolent around the ankles while
flesh peeps through threadbare cloth at the heels
Neckties hang in the order they were
hung...
Song of Nothing
Sunday blessed peace from nothing—
and nothing was a woman reduced
to a child's love running after drunken anger
letting go of nothing,
again nothing—
nothing was napping in the rainy afternoon,
a hand held by nothing—
like a bladder scar that said no puedo,
estoy bien cos esto, esta bien...
Pablo Tariman Spotted at Gourmet Gypsy Café
come to me in the high notes
of an oboe amidst the din of
a cafe turned concert venue
for in your hands & vision
every place can sacredly
contain the tunes that
let tears freely flow
into one's cup or
your goblet of red wine
deficit concerts, you called them,
gatherings of...
Someone Else Will Help
Is the goodness of a man determined by the purity of his intentions or by the deeds he brings into the world? And what, then, of the man who stands idle, neither acting nor choosing? Some claim that those who are caught between...
Born of the Earth
We were all once
born of the earth—
keeper of her breath,
kin to root and river,
to feather and fur,
to the anito, the diwata,
and the taw’t talun,
spirits who dwell around us.
But that was
before conquest,
before the forgetting.
The invaders came
with the sword and the cross,
with maps and muskets,
naming...
A Triangle of Triangles
She's a great little housewifeThough sometimes she talks like a foolBut she helps at the store in the holiday rushAnd she picks up the kids after schoolAnd she puts down the phone when her husband comes homeAnd she changes from mother to wife'Til...
