el Cuento de Pilar

poem 5/13

2008-05-14T03:10:34Z

So, poverty so, poverty some days you are the smell we can’t stand up to everyone backs away from you the holed out shoes scales on hands legs lips you lay out on the subway car we step over you to get to our seats and other ...

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poem 4/14

2008-04-15T03:38:09Z

Spring Song “Every life a word the wind turns to say.” - Tim Seibles Wheels along, the sprite of the Sun the noon-time eyesore day, our spirits part and run, the nicks and cuts, ...

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poem 4/12

2008-04-12T16:15:08Z

Backyard Princess And in the days ago when, as the onion grass began to start again, the whole green began again in the yard, the Spring began on the floor of the world, (came out of hiding, out of nowhere!) on the new buds of old trees, I r...

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swallowing the ghazal

2008-03-28T14:26:09Z

I'm working on a ghazal, (pronounced "ghuzzle" in English), which is: - a poem of 5 to 12 couplets. - each line must maintain the same amount of syllables (give or take one or two if you're being creative :), they share the same meter. - there...

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poem 3/13

2008-03-13T04:36:59Z

Philadelphia Night (for Dominique & Nadia) sweet lip gloss on the lit street- light cascade on the dead-end tattoo storefront once opium parlor and dug-into brick graves by prisoners freed from above-board ships, slaves docked in the green h...

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Psalm 139 - ki nara'ot nifleityti (wondrous, set apart)

2008-03-10T17:13:31Z

Robert Alter's translation and commentary of the Psalms is something quite special. Although I can't quite agree with the absense of the "soul" psalmist's approach to God, it's a worthwhile commentary and a new interpretation of the Hebrew. Chec...

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poem 3/6

2008-03-06T21:48:51Z

I hear something playing. Violence? Violins? You sat on my bed A smile, missed Plan B in your hand Is there another way? ...

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poem - 2/28

2008-02-28T18:37:20Z

working out the quirks i am the same as i was yesterday, aren’t i the same person again – eyes again ears again mouth again: “me” again? i’m so confused. this smoldered path is proof ...

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poems 2/25

2008-02-25T21:14:41Z

Semicolon “When Hemmingway killed himself he put a period at the end of his life. Old age is more like a semicolon.” – Kurt Vonnegut Prayers for time, 9 more hours in a day; please, let those hours be Yours. Petition peace, frail cha...

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revision - What You Can See in the Eyes of the Poor (2/20)

2008-02-20T18:12:16Z

in the eyes of the poor, see: looking out from huddled lives on corners, sidelines. no shame in asking for their share, in saying ‘Thank you’ with sincerity. Honest fear, blazed by injustice, wrongs done...

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