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11 May 2021

hearts uncovered

Uncovered heart, exposed on walks, in park,
at Wasserturm, at Denkmal, Bank und Platz,
or naked, strung up on the baby throne.
Singing heart out into phone--no, not
alone, surrounded by the poets of
the Ages: Sounding Ones who've raged and flown.

Cover: The Valley, by loren chipman, CC BY-NC 2.0

10 May 2021

Melisa


Monday morning, I’d
be searching, swerving
high and low and tripping
long, by bulls
and pools. A fool
would I be, searching under
every stone, for one
who loved me just
a moment, but eternal
one: a moment.
Won’t forget the moment when
she hugged me.

A fool would I be,
vainly seeking, peeking
under every hood,
behind each goggle,
blinking, winking
back my sleep, still seeking
into night for
checkered cotton—
angora—
for stylin’ wild and bright-
eyed child, yawning
into dawn and crossing
each abscissa.
Misty-eyed I’d list
from miss to miss,
one missive on my
lips: Melisa? It’s

lucky, I’m not stuck. A
lucky fucker,
I! I gave my number,
thumbed in phone
my number. Even
in her sun, I typed
it right. Someone looking out
for me,
all right. Someone running
everything
up there, someone there to
guide the pair
of all-thumbs Amar’s
stumpy wayward thumbs.

Right! Thumb,
foresight, bright...then
to my lips,
forefinger, thinking...what?
And how? How now
this miss, Melisa,
what to write Melisa?
Hi? Hello? Happy I, enjoyed
to meet you? Joy. It was a joy,
and einmal,
keinmal would it
just as joyful been.

05 May 2021

adding my asterisk

*

I don't add my asterisk. I don't add it.
I'm not an asterisk, although I have one.
One wish I have, one simple wish: to be
your lover in a story of the Greatest
Love. To take our place together in
the Pantheon of Lovers: Orpheus,
Eurydice, Krishna-Radha. Lunacy?
Of course it is! Is there any other
love but lunacy? Everybody has one,
Catherine. Everybody's got an asterisk,
everybody's got an ask, every
body comes with shit. You love to call
it shit. Ok, it's shit, my shit. Of course
I've got my shit. I've got my asterisk
I've got a body just like you. Would
you please (not) hold it against me?

Beautiful Boy / I never knew I loved Dean Rader

"Clandestino" 2 & 1 / "Shall we gather?"

Skeleton Woman

A reading of "Skeleton Woman," from Women Who Run With the Wolves, by Clarissa Pinkola Estés, Ph.D., expanded from a five-line spoken poem given to her by Mary Uukalat.

When silent, reading, I, on ledge of Wasserturm,
could read no longer under silence, my heart
took flight, took voyage, took grasp of Skeleton Woman.

02 May 2021

so sweet smell

Not without a scratch,

escape. Not
without a cut, a scrape, an opening gape,
a mercy of the death-delivering knave,
a turning of the japing, blade: a teaching.

A teaching: taught a lesson of the cost
of liberty. A lesson of the settling
of debts, the evening of freedom's sweep.

Freedom. Expected you for free, the freedom?