An Islander's GuideThe Islander's Guide to AviationAn Islander's Guide
I bemuse the sun trying to ascend to her height &nbs
snow in the summertimesnow in the summertimesnow in the summertime
it's snowing again for the third day in a row
soft white petals stab at my eyes
scattered here and there by unseen currents
and the sky is big
big enough to wrap a world in
waiting by the leaning bus stop
cradled by the afternoon heat
passing cars whip up tornados of yellow dust
they float for a while before sinking to the ground
like sweat tracing a finger down the landscape of my spine
and everything is lazy here
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tucsontucsontucson
We tread carefully, dust clinging
to our feet; the clicking
of latches.
Thoughts unpacking themselves.
Where we go there are no
footprints, only inverted shadows:
we can't pronounce
the name of our country
the nation to which
we belong.
The sun charts our progress
with her sextant.
Windows open and close,
their frames glistening
like the surface of a lake
seen from below. &nb
when lorca met guevaraFor years I've longed to climb those hills between the pylons, beneath the telegraph wireswhen lorca met guevara
Globules sing like vibrating glass; as they fall I run for cover. There doesn't seem to be enough ears for all this sound.
And you're such a long way away South America maybe no sign of a postcard yet listening late at night to the radio static's aria the orchestral hiss as soothing as the gentle sapphire glow
from the screen of my computer I leave you messages that go unanswered
/Look at my knife it's such
a beautiful knife with
The Stairwell Window1.The Stairwell Window
A museum.
Richly appointed
as they say.
The stairwell window
spans a full two flights,
glossy black
as only a night window can be;
lightly crosshatched with rectangular
metal braces,
reflective --
of my face --
dimly.
And dimmer:
ceiling tiles hanging
up top --
all right angles,
straight lines,
boxes
boxes
boxes on glass.
Boxes enthroning one more box --
one of light.
The single fluorescent stairwell light,
flickering
as only a fluorescent can. &n
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Why don't you join the poetry contest from [link] ?
It's free and every nitwit such as myself who enters gets a small gift
but someone like you might win one of their $10 000 or $100 000 prizes.
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bless you
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live to the full
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