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4 P O EMS O N H O M E
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filled with
how many hugs emptiness with colors
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Driving to work the morning after the election, 4am,
and some found souls
already strangled the neck of a fir tree with a
Rumpence banner
So I ask the guy:
Do cats have butts
or just buttholes?
Cause I just dont know, man
I really
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All Adults Must Be Accompanied By A Child
The librarian says Yes, now it has to
but look how its learned to read
Ri ch Ba i occo 5
badge
Was he even on the force // A badge is like a flag
thats calcified
They say if you see something, say something
My little sister says something and they say
Youre seeing things
It bothers me & it bothers me off
That the same thing happens to my sister-in-law,
whos older. Oh & our Mom
Makes her so furious she gets down on her knees
Flips over the plastic table
In the empty pizza box
I wish I could touch her anger
No its not for you, and besides, youd probably break
it
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It could go all the way
Theres the moment it tangles in rabbit snares
An amateur has set up near the berm
can we try
can we please try to make it good for
others
This dead fish out here trying to crawl
And you, certain rabbits live on the fucking beach
A passerby magician pulls one from his MAGA hat
Dabs me with it as if to burn
Ri ch Ba i occo 7
Horrified to discover hes going to die like an animal
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LLLLLLLLLLL
B A C K ST O R Y
on day one
I tear a page
from an old Smithsonian
and hold it up
for the class to see:
its a close-up
of a brown bear
photographed
under cold water
I tell the
kids to
be the bear
be the photographer,
I say
be the camera, even
most of them set in
on the bears bland
backstory
while I cheat
and flip the picture over
to the image of a swan
on back: hidden
in the reeds
of need
silent as a seed
in still water
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it shifts as wind
drifting one way
only to rescind
the way I, too
wish to start over:
be the sun I stutter
be the water I wade
but these kids already know
how to slice
life twice
turning want
into want
into want
again
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KKKKKKKKKK
KKK K
C L O TH
E SLI N E O F C O L O R
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state she grew tender, ready to unravel the recipes
of what she could be, should be, all coiled like
thread. She pressed her cheek to the grass, smelled
the earth and dug her fingers into her lips, feeling
for the string, the things they thought shed need to
stay whole. She tugged and tugged and out came her
grandmothers afghan, out came the rolling pin for
the dozen Christmas pies, out came the fuchsias her
grandmother planted and in went her hands to the
soil. She dug until her fingertips felt water. She cut
until the flowers were free and pressed their roots in
firm, jolting them, once, twice, resuscitating them
back to life.
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RRRRRRRRR
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F E R T I L IT Y C E N T E R
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within me, thirsting to flood the emptiness
with a fuzzy peach that grows
into Eden sucking her thumb.
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BANNED PORTRAIT IN THE MAGA ERA:
STUDY SAYS BLACK GIRLS ARE LESS
INNOCENT
sun-dancing dandelions
yellow heads and the white for wishing
i was making a bouquet for my mother
lock
Ra i na J. Le n 15
lock
and down
of my frayed nightgown
then back in and lock the three
and up the stairs to nestle
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ELISHA Y AMOR CIEGO
a mija
Ra i na J. Le n 17
no i want her safe
not black
pero es
y no est
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MAAT, WITNESS
the child bathes in mother. one myrrh eye. she says this is
safe.
Ra i na J. Le n 19
L LLLLLLLLLLLL
LL LL
LL L
B I R D W O L F X V I II
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TTTTTTTT
TTT
THEO
RY OF FALLING BODIES
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THEORY OF PLATE TECTONICS
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perhaps the violence of touching
was also beauty
an act of creation
T omas Moni z 25
THEORY OF DISTANCE
watch them
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THE POETRY OF QUANTUM PHYSICS
the premise
nothing is
until it is
in conjunction
the radical implication
there never has been a singular
the universal is plural
reality is only interaction
unpredictable unmeasurable
never guaranteed
how to accept
that when things connect
by chance
such magic such math
banging
atom to atom
body to body
word to word
me to you
& then
such life
T omas Moni z 27
THEORY OF INERTIA
when we fall
we fall together
equally
not faster
nor quicker
how to transform
inertia
into movement
without hurting
ourself
or others
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THE ASTROLABE
imagine being lost
unsure
about direction
about distance
etched coordinates
taker of stars & time teller
T omas Moni z 29
PPPPPPP
PPPP
EL EG Y FO R MYSE LF
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MANZANITA
and wider-leafed,
its lichen-green more suitably skewed
to intercept drifting rain so fine
it can be breathed.
But see
how it thrives in the oil-slick soils
and skidrock gullies flanking the canyon highways
above Half Moon Bay.
Minor, ornamental,
unfit for timbering, ideal
for aquaria, parrot perches, patio sculpture, barbecues.
We know its uses.
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INVITATION
Everyone is delicious.
Everyone is accounted for
P e te r Kli ne 33
where the talk wont go,
troubling it
as it flows around him.
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WWWWWWWWWW
WWW
Selections from
T HE G OS
PEL A CC O R DIN G
TO FATHER COFFEE
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beat my wife, and Father, I kicked the dog, and Father,
I committed adultery with Mrs. Miller, and Father, I
had relations with a goat, and Father, I used the tractor
to run over my neighbors new Pontiac. There were
enigmas outside of the confessional also. Vincente,
the only teetotaler rancher in the area, smelled of a
bad red Portagee wine at the 9: 00 oclock mass. After
the priest carefully placed the host on Mrs. Calderas
tongue, she immediately began chewing on it. In the
sacristy, Harold, the intellectually challenged gas
station attendant, gargled holy water. Father Coffee
walked through the town to find out what the hell
was going on. The barber complained that the kids
were especially unruly, swatting his clippers away. The
pharmacist described a massive increase in requests
for bromides and digestive disorder medicinals. The
school teacher said the children had forgotten an
entire academic year. On the street, dogs purred and
cats growled. He saw Mrs. Fitzgerald and the grimiest
bum in town, Arnold, taking turns gulping out of a
cold bottle of Schlitz. The next day the bull died. He
lay dead on the yellow field next to the factory. Billows
of blue white smoke poured out from the factorys
tall thin chimney stacks. Smoke shadows crossed over
the great dead bull. The ranch men stood around the
Andalusian lump of power and majesty. The factory
fluoride killed him, Cain, the young ranch hand, said
pointing up to the billowing smoke. Santa Muerte,
Manuel, El Bracero, said as he blessed himself. When
they opened the bulls dead mouth they saw two rows
of perfectly white teeth. Floride! Cain cried. People
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had questioned Cain because he was incredibly close
to his bossy mother and had never married. He figured
that was none of their business. Besides, the priest had
never been upset in the confessional about his sexual
behavior, just giving him a few Our Fathers and a
couple of Hail Marys, not bothering to tell him to go
forth and sin no more. Cain brought Father Coffee out
to the field to give Last Rites to the magnificent animal.
That night Father Coffee tried something new. Instead
of launching from the church peak, he spun in a circle
in the garden cemetery. He had seen a picture of the
dervishes in the Saturday Evening Post and wanted
to try it. He spun upwards, then over the town. From
his vantage point, he saw town children vomiting,
husbands hitting, wives crying. After seeing the dead
bull and the factory smoke, the priest guessed it was
some odd evil emitted from the factory. Father Coffee
turned east from the town, flew over the factory and
plunged into the tallest chimney stack of the Dow
Chemical Company. As he nose dived down he prayed,
Let me be your breath, Dear Jesus. He inhaled. His
lungs nearly burst from the fiery factory-made napalm
smoke. The next morning, still coughing, Father Coffee
calmly walked to the plant holding up an olive wood
cross. The workers quickly opened the gates for him.
He walked around the great factory until he found the
main electrical plug. He quickly leaned over, grabbed
the python-like black electrical cord and yanked. He
had unplugged the factory. The machinery ground to a
halt, there was silence and thereafter significantly less
trouble in the town.
Wi lli a m Vla ch 37
* * *
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Mount of Olives. Now he is not. How can anyone
be in agony if they are tasting a good green olive? I
know, I know. An acquired taste. But, still. A good
green olive overrides agony. Any day. Gustat bonum,
est etiam in malo olice. Even a bad olive tastes good.
What if Christ would have grown tired of sweating
blood and eaten a couple good ripe green olives. We
wouldnt be worshiping a cross. Wed be worshiping
an olive. Veracruz? Nay, Vera Aceituna! The True Olive.
Wouldnt history be different if Constantine saw an
olive instead of a cross? Chew on that one. Go in peace.
In the name of the Kalamata, Nicoise and The Holy
Martini. Amen.
Wi lli a m Vla ch 39
LLLLLLLLL
LLL
C E LIA
C R U Z IN E M E R Y V I L L E
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my pants slipped to my ankles
began singing in perfect Spanish
even though Id taken only one semester
in high school, Azucar, Azucar!
And everything fit.
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STONEBRIDGE IN PLEASANTON
shoppingtrip
automatic doors
glass elevator
droppingdown
two strollers
on the prowl
in retail heaven
shopping bag
flasheswide
itching to be filled
with a remoulade
of half-offs
close-outs
crammed on racks
is the back story
come Dasher
Le nore We i ss 43
and Dancer...
Donner and Blitzen...
except Victoria
wont tell me
her secret
im gonna
make her
give me a club card
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SOUTHLAND MALL IN HAYWARD
Le nore We i ss 45
KELLER AVENUE STRIP MALL
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DISCOVERING HUNGARIAN IN
BUDAPEST
Le nore We i ss 47
2. Near the Chain Link Bridge
I wear a badge of pure white,
a strand that expanded to a tell-tale swatch,
my grandmother Lenkes mark on me,
not the yellow star pinned to a sleeve.
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AA AAAAAAAAAAAA
A AA AA
LELAND #1
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but the spinning
inputting
the swallowing . . .
. . . rootless
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LELAND #2
. . . in your encasements
of other things,
of an,
unseeable
but mighty,
mighty
substance
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YYYYYYYYY
YYY
A LI V E
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THE WEIGHT OF A JERICHO 941
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WHAT I FORGOT FROM MY WARS
Ya e l Ha coh e n 55
JJJJJJJJJ
JJJJ
F OURTEEN
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OLD BULL ELEPHANT
I am singing
Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star
He is listening wishing
He could still join the girls
In the watering hole
I am wishing I could still be the girls in the pool
We are both too much
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- september 9, 2017 -