“Epistle”
He hands me the bottle,
for the grace and rite.
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Marshmallow Rice Krispie Treat Machu Picchu
Centuries ago, laborers raised tons of stone without the wheel to build Machu Picchu; Pizarro and his army of conquistadores missed it, leaving the stones untouched. Now, hands snap towers,crack walls, wreck temples, stuffing sticky rubble into mouths. Marshmallow Rice Krispie Treat Machu Picchu lies in ruins.
RESIST: A 1968 Interview with Denise Levertov
I feel that it is poetry that has led me into political action and not political action which has caused me to write poems.
We Are Always Us: The Boundaries of Elena Ferrante
How easy it is to tell the story of myself without Lila: time quiets down and the important facts slide along the thread of the years like suitcases on a conveyor belt at an airport: you pick them up, you put them on the page, and it’s done.
Self-Portrait in a Red Mylar Balloon Tied to a Mailbox
Behind me the remains
of the cinderblock tabernacle
and behind me the west-leaning house
with a red dirt floor