Category: Letters to the Universe
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Elephant Things
Paper cutouts, opening credits the indie film of my childhood, Babar on paper waves, hands in pocket, Babar visits where the wild things are Gray-brown sweet potato skin, walking trees, ears buoyant as butterfly wings alien headcases accentuate elephant cognition; catch the taxonomist’s imagination Under the preponderance of labrador bonehead browline – alarmed lady eyes […]
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Yes, erumpent fireflies warmed hands
Yes, erumpent fireflies warmed hands on xanthous flames fireplaced in a viperiform damascene hagioscope gripping the reredos Girandoled discoball constellations yogiboogeyboarded swimming pool lights, dog and ponied interstices of the ceiling joists zoopraxiscoped herds of variegated animals, the alopecoid and hares, all manners of dazzling English animals The nickle nutlets of teeth in jellygraph gloss […]
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Friday Night
A delirium of talk from my head to my heart tight burn hollows of shoulders dog breath, a panicked cat bird in the throat bird in the ear bird in the eyes bird brain Friday night ~ Lady
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Sparkling Fruit
Sparkling Fruit Water’s burn quenches mineral thirst frees yearn Fluid husbands two embraces Fire leaves gas, ash sickle’s attainment Water adds to the wetted mass of suckling tree roots Nurtured in mud, woody lotus tall seed dapples taut sparkling fruit ~ Lady
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Cat & Dog
Cat & Dog Cat was on the feather Showing me where the feather was, dear “Did you catch a cat?” Barely, like one of those quantum particles, snapping my fingers, hard to hold … Our cat knows which one is the prey in our current game I saw a woman play Three Card Monte with […]
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Lady Poems on some March days
It’s Going to Be a Beautiful Day Cat’s hours crouching for a mouse in the kitchen under the dishwasher maybe most of night I think as making coffee to Sun Ra Miles Davis plays in a silent way Our hanging crystals in the window hint at the day’s sparkling potentialities Sunday a.m. moment between here […]
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Sun Ra
Poems by Lady
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The sparrows make love on the sidewalk
The magic window, our marvelous window, the filigree trees and the brick apartment building across the street– when I look when I’m left with a choice about time I rush it, this big presence like a womb, big cavernous sky… The cavernous sky; it was a love affair with the sky I was languid and […]
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‘NO PLACE LIKE HOME
Hands clasped over bewildered head bent no’ing over the wiped and weathered tableau which bore its fresh risen bread within the brand name of the United States The ten commandments read off a carton of Pall Mall’s, sheriff’s medal is mine; ours immigrants pearling barb wire irritation immured in the intimate knowledge of cowboy stories […]
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Osculation
Waves draw apart and let open face emerges from warm water of sleep to lovely cool softly quenching dark osculation, then passing through some swift membrane of consciousness to early Saturday morning in October plush novelty and nostalgia couch throw remembered and tendered around the shoulders new again the quiet of shut windows imparts a […]