My Other Name
Sometimes it is to set out forks
beside each plate,
or folding shirts first,
dryer hot in the A.M.
half-dark.
Less often, thirsty from cutting trees
back away from the roof edge,
gutters clean.
Today, the dishes of breakfast clean,
draining, I
angle each blind against the sun,
sit then in the small cool
room,
feet flat upon the morning
The Crane Wife
Does that bird
think of bygone times
as it flies singing...
- Princess Nukada
There on the poor man's doorstep,
an arrow biting into my wing,
I flew into the arms of decision
m
Forbidden
for Liu Xiaobo
Bold as palace tiles, yellow-glazed dawn
descends the Heavenly Gate,
setting itself upon the city of
emperors. There I am
arrested by your Tiananmen Square, Xiaobo;
there I am wondering
what it means to be forbidden
as a palace, as
you, as words that, as love,
will be like always.
The Last Speaker
Boa Sr, as you were known,
your passing parts land from earth,
earth from land, leaving no one
to lay your names upon the stones.
Now who is there to say, 'Mother
Mother the howling wind, Mother
it has put night in my bones;
am I scared? Is that all
this is?' What should I call these
biscuits? How will I ask for scissors
without hearing you laugh
at what you've spoken
to yourself? How will my mouth
open to fruit peeled by the tongue
of its name? The sun is hot
as turtle bones roasting in fire.
The small boat of your sister's husband
approaches. A tree has fallen,
uprooted completely. I am
folding m
Put some original text here
and then a body underneath. Put down
that ants have gotten into the body,
that the roses are red as humble ants storming for a kiss
and the little legs of rain itself shall slumber
light underneath each horse,
each door, the dress, the grave.
This is my sad sharp lettering, my downpour
in the making the mind brings the grave,
sweet violets soup the beloved's bed,
and we are motionless; we are
stopped with sense; we are bodies
within voices, the memory of glass.
Dress some original text here. Put out a love
to beat upon her door with its awful lettering,
a kiss to horse upon memory
lying there
Ademir Returns
A Brazilian bricklayer reportedly killed in a car crash
shocked his mourning family by showing up alive at his funeral.
The Associated Press
This is how we will speak of that day
We will say his legs walked him
out of death. We will say his steps
kicked their dust from the road
into the sky, and the sky touches everything
the road cannot. We will say we must
sometimes go forward to get back,
taking the hearts from these things
as we speak. We will say we
Five Geisha and a Cat
In a photo meant to entertain
the turning centuries ahead,
they wait, now as then, forever
not looking at one another
under a sky above.
And though they may have left
their flower town not to go elsewhere
beautiful, but gone all the same
five women of art, knotted
by the beauties they dressed
in themselves on that day
the smoke and perfume of their house
was in them as they posed
beside so intimate a fence.
And did crickets leap in the dirt?
Was the tree late to bloom?
Look, and look, and tell me
are those two steps below them
out in front or behind the teahouse
where they
Up Above
i.
Up above,
birds in the tree, in the rain,
in the night
ii.
Clouds moving
across a field
of moving clouds
iii.
Below the horizon,
the ocean moon
waves
iv.
With each gust,
the chatter of leaves:
passing time
v.
What about a cold night
makes these lines
so hard to finish?
vi.
Fitful leaves
moving
a March day
vii.
Tomcat sneaks
a glance at me
sparrows take flight
viii.
3:00 a.m.
my pen falls
awake
ix.
Between fence posts
the spider's web
still
x.
Watching puddles
of sparrows bathing
in evening sun
xi.
Encouraged by rain,