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A poem came pounding on my door today and I had to let it in. I asked it for a point and it yelled at me, something about no time for talk. It told me that my chest will explode if I don’t give it a pen already. And that… [Continue Reading]

Mercy death Just the other day I died a little a lot again and again right here on the floor while Leonard Cohen stole my breath with his holy irreverence streaming in Live from London He was the light and the crack and the bird on a wire I was… [Continue Reading]

I fell asleep with a full moon beaming on my leg and I could not sleep without putting moon on paper so I wrote this in the dark by light of said moon while a fan whirled moon-air onto moon-beamed leg and I said to myself: it is good to… [Continue Reading]

That flashlight you say I stole (but you had two !)—I used it last night to read Rilke under coverto the patter of rain and a clock ticking two. It shone a dim, just-full-enough moonon the baffling beauty that a lover of word and worldcan make out of being inexorably… [Continue Reading]

I fell asleepwith a full moonbeaming on my legand I could not sleepwithout writing it downby light of ancient moonand flashlight phone and fanwhirling summer onto goosebumpsand I said It is good—it is good to be alive.