Daily Archives: September 24, 2006

Dry run: A poem for fans of the Rolling Stones – Sarah, Camille, Lala, Kat, Pot, Choi, Michael & Omeng

I It was, of course, bedlam. The kids couldn’t be comforted with words smelling of blood: After all, they could handle the truth. They knew the brutality of aging hands. So the irrepressible pursued the logic to the bitter end: … Continue reading

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Tragicomic

The children wanted simply to ask why? But the dogs of war were sicced on them (& the dogs, loyal to a fault, didn’t know why either)

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Reworking a poem at nineteen

The grand señor prefers his barako black Now & then, a whim of milk drop, or sugar cube &, like the regular chime of the antique clock, he goes about his act like Chaplin with a hat He stands out, … Continue reading

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