#AmericanWriters Brooklyn Rail, Rutgers University at teaches
Come live with me And we will sit Upon the rocks By shallow rivers Come live with me
The world weeps. There are no tea… To be found. It is deemed a mirac… The president appears on screens In villages and towns, in cities i… And jungles still affectionately c…
There are rooftops made of cloud remnants gathered by a trader dabbling in car parts and burlap At night, I dive onto the breeze
What can I do, I have dreamed of… What can I do, lost as I am in th… What can I do, now that all the doors and windows are open I will whisper this in your ear
It does not do you like it Imperfect copy’s forgery Posts its vermillion decree These anointed mistakes Neither robust nor enticing
I used to be a plastic bottle I used to be scads of masticated w… I used to be epic spittle, aka sep… I used to be a pleasant colleague I used to be a radiant ingredient
“When I am in my painting, I’m no… When aware of what I am in my pai… When I am my painting, I’m not aw… When what, what when, what of, whe… When painting, I am in what I’m d…
It had to be from someone whose gr… not the city’s greatest citizens,… to make their small now eroded mar… It had to be from a distant or dis… who can sing praises unworthy of e…