poem from a high hard sleeper

  swirls of red dust grey mountain line non-descript and, above, some black clouds threaten. an engineering marvel they always say utility poles, wires, disrupt dirt and thousands of li of green fence. two ladies in the berth opposite watching loud chinese soaps on a mobile while i drink an imported IPA bought in xining. more …

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poem about ten to midnight 2016

a poem i wrote on this night last year.  i wanted to write a poem about 2016 for awhile, but then nothing came. i waited, watched deathly hollows two, felt the weight of severus' death this year and all the others and the coming one so and too soon, then took myself to twitter to …

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poem from the train to bukhara

dusty, dry, golden the fan mountains silhouette a line of white chevys, blue soviet trucks a level crossing then dushanbe, and afghanistan after. vestiges of trade routes that criss-crossed this land like vines creeping up trellises, along shanty warehouses, next to a dwindling river carving a ribbon of jade through the desert. in some other universe there is a caravan packing …

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poem from the summer solstice, 2017

the hottest day this year the longest day this year sun glinting white-simmer off a blue peugeot sweaty cyclists and women in too-big sunglasses passing picture windows. me, wood-surrounded in the dispensary, hide from the warm resist the sweat, zest, passion, pure swelter outside reeks wet and heavy, like beijing or LAX in late spring …

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