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I set out to find my heart on the mappa mundi — the gold-leaf sheen so sharp, black lettering so blotted, I could only wander the world over, wondering if this or that sheen or this or that blot or this or that missing piece was mine.
Here no river flows. It trickles, dammed by ranks of matryoshki hoarding their generations. In me the eggs nest one inside the other, yet here no chambers open, here the river slows. I stand in the ranks and hold the flood and hold my children and hoard my blood.
Today’s poem was inspired by the Wednesday prompt from Robert Lee Brewer over at Writer’s Digest. The prompt was to write a poem with the title “This Is [fill in the blank],” and I found myself staring down a vision that spooked me and, naturally, begged to be written. It touches on one of my recurring nightmares, … Read more
On this sacred day we’ve come en masse to worship a strange and glitzy god in plush robes, electronic halo. From his broad golden hands smelling of perfume and leather pour markdowns, deals and bogos under silver-tinseled signs saying buy now or forever hold your peace. I’ve seen this god and his dazzling twenty-four-carat smile. … Read more
Today I discovered a cache of poems I wrote in German a few years ago — in March 2010, to be precise. And believe it or not, they didn’t make me cringe. Mostly I was playing with sound and things I had heard or read in classes. I’ll share a few below, for anyone who reads … Read more