we raise a glass to you
and your narrow-hipped swagger
your unflinching blue eyes your half-smile
your pacing on porches your small cups of comfort
the bile rising your steady hands your
swift feet ready to flee crime-scenes as yet
undiscovered your quick
violence your sordid past your
unwashed sheets and naked pillows
your heap of bathtowels your bravado
your sly flirtations and notes passed [...]
“Going Back to China” by Willis Barnstone (From 5 a.m. in Beijing: Poems of China). A perfect companion to today’s suddenly cool weather and the view from my bookshop’s wingback chair, where I watch for people who never come in.
Outside, the full moon is memory light
knifing those of us who look up and remember.
People drive [...]
Last night I attended an open mic at Monkey Wrench Books hosted by Queer Sol, an arts collective based here in Austin. I read three poems: “Girl dies in Arizona,” “An afternoon at the museum,” and “Monologue of a mystery writer.” I haven’t read in years — I think the last time was in New [...]
A fragment of Tennyson’s poem “Ulysses” has been circling in my head, the same three lines, over and over:
Yet all experience is an arch wherethro’
Gleams that untravell’d world whose margin fades
For ever and forever when I move.
I have a headache and can’t sleep. Tomorrow Austin, my own four walls and my own pillow. The daily [...]
© idea/okay. Powered by WordPress using the DePo Skinny Theme.