“Jack Kerouac and Charlie Parker,” “A Summer in Paris,” and “A Few Detours Never Planned”

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Shithorse Dickhead

Insane sequence vents. Do you suggest possibility culture counter icons federal mind control fuck op? Skank! Spank me! Do know thoughts own? Who are?…


Two Poems About Movement

Wither Towards Me I wish I had more stillness in me. Wake ripples out, twisting into whale tails, now ribbons; becoming bumpies. A ribbon showing…


“Silver Bone,” “That Fool with Docile Wings,” and “There is No Poetry”

Silver Bone The floor no longer feathered in love letters, The bed no longer containing even a single fallen hair From your head. Time has passed……


“An Orgy of Options on the NYC Night Menu,” “A Symptom of a Beleaguered Mind I,” and “A Symptom of a Beleaguered Mind II”

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“True Tragedy,” “Far from Normal,” “What the Bartender Sees,” and “Don’t Assume”

True Tragedy If I listen closely I can hear  the theme playing from the soundtrack of Schindler's List I sit quietly holding my Mothers…


“From Fjord to Fjord,” “Grassland Oceans,” “In the Land of the Ice Maidens,” and Other Poems

From Fjord to Fjord From fjord to fjord Under an eternal sun we hiked. In that perpetual golden light Alone, together. There in the far North.…


Horse Operas; or, John Wayne in Heat

We live in a time of hero bonuses. There is talk of appreciation pay. At the strip club it is masks on, clothes off. We don’t want the naked ladies…


“Songless Bird,” “Feeling the Train,” “Saint Bernards Are Big, Heavy Dogs,” and Other Poems

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“The Feast,” “Guangzhou is Particularly Cold This Winter,” “Every Day,” and Other Poems

translated by Xi Nan The Feast It was so noisy just a moment ago Now my friends are gone Leaving wine glasses and bottles Some are empty Some with…