Monthly Archives: June 2013

berkeley poem 1

i swear in these goji berries you can actually taste the yak shit

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reading about Lorca

i’m reading about Lorca it’s 1925 he’s friends with Dali in love with folk songs longing the dry earth of Granada and the idea of a new kind of theater and i can see his murder by Franco nine years … Continue reading

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i’d like to write

i’d like to write a poem for people who never read poems it would be hard it would have to have legs to jump up and down and little arms to wave to get their attention but first it would … Continue reading

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beginnings

everything started out playful the big bang was a fireworks show for the endless void and john and paul just needed something to do on those rainy liverpool afternoons

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what would happen

what would happen if you put the word “miraculous” in a poem? well, no literary magazine would accept you. you’d be ridiculed. in fact they’d open your letter and all sit around this huge table in a skyscraper overlooking new … Continue reading

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award

for running almost every day barefoot on asphalt for standing in my driveway to listen to wind for averting my gaze and not greeting you all with sufficient effervescence for all this and more i am proud to be named … Continue reading

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a pretty girl can kill you

you can live in your throat for fifty years there’s no one stopping you you can instigate violence the sum of what you know being proud will take you so far caribou move across vast plains

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