#Americans #Jews #Women
In the redwood house sailing off into the ocean, I sleep with you– our dreams mingling, our breath coming & going
‘Why do you have stripes in your forehead, Mama? Are you
All night he lies awake tuning the… tuning the night with its fat crac… with its melancholy love songs cro… across the rainy air above Verdun & the autobahn’s blue suicidal…
He still wears the glass skin of c… Under his hands, the stones turn m… His eyes are knives. Who froze the ground to his feet? Who locked his mouth into an horiz…
Parachuting down through clouds shaped like whales & sharks, dolphins & penguins, pelicans & gulls,
The experience of fear is not an o… —J. Krishnamurti In dreams I descend into the cave of my past: a child with a morgue-tag
She left him in death’s egg, the bone sack & the gunny sack… the bag of down & feathers-all… Somehow he couldn’t get back. It was night,
He was six foot four, and forty… and even colder than he thought he… James Thurber, The Thirteen Cloc… Not that I cared about the other… Those perfumed breasts with hearts
Cement up to the neck & my head packed with unsaid words. A gullet full of pebbles, a mouth
Baby-witch, my daughter, my worship of the Goddess alone condemns you to the fire. . .
This is the dirty laundry poem– because we have traveled from town… accumulating soiled linen & sw… & blue-jeans caked & clott… & teeshirts crumpled by our gl…
Knowing our lives a drowse towards death (attended by dogs & children) how can it not matter
Smoke, it is all smoke in the throat of eternity. . . . For centuries, the air was full of… Whistling up chimneys on their spiky brooms
Unable to bear the uncertainty of the future, we consulted seers, mediums, stock market gurus,
Bobbing in the waters of the womb, little godhead, ten toes, ten fing… & infinite hope, sails upside down through the worl… My bones, I know, are only a cage