Scribbled in a Cherry Red Moleskine
28 March 2013; 8:14 p.m. I want to sit on the front porch with Srimatiji Tell her that wherever she goes in life Our connection will deepen in time Because namaste is forever
Category: No Time for Poetry but Exactly What Is
Same, Same But Different
Same, same but different Cami tells me this is a Laotian saying* Same, same but different Since Trump was elected Same, same but different The fragile tenderness of my heart Same, same but different Another…
Can’t Wait for the USPS by Rob Trousdale (The Joy is Reciprocal)
A Response to a Letter from 4514 Chouteau Avenue How many times can one read the same 4 sentences? 14 and counting, I guess Your lines on Chomsky’s fire for linguistics Him, just diggin’ it…
You’ve Been Warned
With her, you don’t get a stream of consciousness. You get a flash flood of consciousness. –from novel-in-progress, Our Heroic and Ceaseless 24/7 Struggle against Tsuris
For a Grad Student in Doubt (“What Am I Doing Here?!”)
Declare Wednesdays as the weekly liberated time zone of not once having to justify being in school to yourself or to anyone Leave guilt at the door of the library, then stride in with gusto,…
We Inter-Are/458
1. Mev was inside of me And so I wrote a book And Miriam read the book And Mev was inside of her And when Miriam was with Johnny Mev ended up inside of him…
Different Paths
In 1933 Martin Heidegger was Rector at the University of Freiburg and a new member of the Nazi Party He was the renowned philosopher of Being In 1933 The boy who became Thich Nhat Hanh…
It Was Love at First Haiku
Maria told me to contact you When you were fresh back from El Salvador And perhaps needing another shoulder to lean on After re-entering this meshugah militarized greed culture There we sat at a table…
A Declaration by Fatima
My friend Fatima Rhodes shared this with me, and I am happy to share it here. America, I have been talking to you a lot lately. This one is for you. I will register…
Saudade
Sitting at Café Spinoza Writing you a postcard (from The Art of Japan) Wishing I could invade Your Brooklyn life For ten straight hours