Poetry

High Holidays

March 1, 2011 Issue 01, Issue 01 Poetry, Poetry

Rabbit fur and hair strewn through the lawns
of the Midwest!
The famous feral parakeets of Chicago
are chattering
With cold.

March 1, 2011 Issue 01, Issue 01 Poetry, Podcasts & Audio, Poetry

I have a bone to pick
with whoever runs this joint.
I don’t much like
being stuck out in the rain

March 1, 2011 Issue 01, Issue 01 Poetry, Poetry

Hobo, Bono, boneheap.
I mutilate dandelions in the sun,
rattle my rake like a saber

When Michelle-my-neighbor,
over compost, opines
that Aqualung’s a classic

March 1, 2011 Issue 01, Issue 01 Poetry, Poetry, Translation

I took three stones from there:
one from the water
one from the sun
and a small one
to grow.

March 1, 2011 Issue 01, Issue 01 Poetry, Poetry, Translation

The puzzle of the sun’s longing for
the sea
The marvel: her love fills the sky overflows the rim till the
sea is one
with the sky