Fireflies careening the fields regardless
of charm, without attention, jesters slid
into the sea and time was forthcoming.
There was a story being told.

The lake asked nothing. (It was late
and certainty required that you talk less
or at the very least move over.) Under
the song he said 'no more ...Read more

then when they offered something
of command, the night
received them to confirm

a change of season. they were not
standing on the earth, or

they remembered that the fields of rice
would not harvest them, people
of the ashes. their directions

would not receive the ancient winds ...Read more

Alan Soldofsky
I'm careful where I step. Water ripples
greenish blue against hot sand; pebbles mixed
with quartz grains and pine needles, sharp
amid the duff, blown down from the
upper stories of the sugar pines
clumped along the beach. Kids falling off
paddle boards into the cold lake, voices
like...Read more

Riches I hold in light esteem,
And Love I laugh to scorn;
And lust of fame was but a dream,
That vanished with the morn:

And if I pray, the only prayer
That moves my lips for me
Is, "Leave the heart that now I bear,
And give me liberty!"

Yes, as my swift days near their goal:
'...Read more

Night fell one year ago, like this.
He had been writing steadily.
Among these dusky walls of books,
How bright he looked, intense as flame!
Suddenly he paused,
The firelight in his hair,
And said, "The time has come to go."
I took his hand;
We watched the logs burn out;
The apple boughs ...Read more

The last light has gone out of the world, except
This moonlight lying on the grass like frost
Beyond the brink of the tall elm's shadow.
It is as if everything else had slept
Many an age, unforgotten and lost
The men that were, the things done, long ago,
All I have thought; and but the moon and I
Live ...Read more

And sometimes it is
loss
that we lose,

and sometimes

it is just lips. When I was


a child, I would ask my mother
to tuck me

in, wrap me tight in blankets,

make me in to a burrito.


Sometimes I would wait in bed,

pressing my ...Read more

Mother's crimson leather bags
Crammed with saint cards
And tiny glass bottles of liquor.

The bright stitch
Of God's final coming.

Dirt and dregs, silt and stars.

The sweet song
Of poverty

Rinsing through me
Like the memory
Of a dream.


...Read more

so I came to the days of the Resistance
I didn't know anything but style
It was a style made totally of light
memorable recognition
of sun. It could never fade
not even for an instant
even as Europe trembled
on its deadliest evening
we escaped from Casarsa
with our stuff in a cart
to a ...Read more

I took a break from writing about the dead
and drinking from writing about the dead
to walk around my childhood neighborhood.
Everything's for rent. Or for sale, for ten
times the amount it's worth.

Palm trees are planted in front of a mural
of palm trees under the Ocean Park Bridge.
In the ...Read more

Wearing nothing but snakeskin
boots, I blazed a footpath, the first
radical road out of that old kingdom
toward a new unknown.
When I came to those great flaming gates
of burning gold,
I stood alone in terror at the threshold
between Paradise and Earth.
There I heard a mysterious echo:
my own...Read more

I plucked my soul out of its secret place,
And held it to the mirror of my eye,
To see it like a star against the sky,
A twitching body quivering in space,
A spark of passion shining on my face.
And I explored it to determine why
This awful key to my infinity
Conspires to rob me of sweet joy and grace. <...Read more

The poetry of earth is never dead:
When all the birds are faint with the hot sun,
And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run
From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead;
That is the Grasshopper's-he takes the lead
In summer luxury,-he has never done
With his delights; for when tired out with fun
He ...Read more

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In my bedroom my weight is three times more
than what I'd weigh on Jupiter.
If your kitchen was on Mercury I'd be heavier by half
of you while sitting at your table.
On Uranus, a quarter of my weight is meat,
or an awareness of myself as flesh.
On Venus the light would produce a real volume around me
...Read more

What people don't know about my name
is that my grandmother gave me that "k"
-my very own unexpected
consonant-
those two strong arms and two strong legs,
that broom-handle spine-
that letter about no one with a name
same as mine has.

A mis-
spelling, really-
the same botched ...Read more

the bell of ten thousand names.
A clepsydra with veins of blood.
A caravel on a tide of bloodletting
is also our necessary clock, so
the he who is I at the
time lets out my elephantine toll.
Vein of granite, vein of quartz.
Piezoelectric hum wherefore
we cast a tiny ear of water, we
who clang...Read more

A person protests to fate:
"The things you have caused
me most to want
are those that furthest elude me."

Fate nods.
Fate is sympathetic.

To tie the shoes, button a shirt,
are triumphs
for only the very young.
the very old.

During the long middle:

...Read more

I wish I were like Johnny Cash
& thought my heart was mine.
I've worn a black suit
my entire life. It suits the war
my eyes ignite.

My sins sit on my lap,
bald, blind, desperate
for the mercy of lost roads,
glottal white lines.

Only smoke will take me
far to nowhere-
...Read more