everything I know about a cante jondo or the deep song of my father’s country
now and then a berceuse is caught between my incisors. in my neytal vein, i serenade duquende’s sepulchral howl. it has syllables like paper swans, it has a brimstone verse that stirs a controversy worthy of the most spanish red. you strip the winters blue skin off my lips in curls of chantilly lace. every [...]
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2 Poems
anam cara i have the land of green plums in my knapsack, baby names for wild heather growing in a telescopic city like bethlehem where water & fire are sister wives vestal twins & the house i arson(ed) sits with its ashtray mouthed duende here i will meet you unstaunched hypnotic our bodies paradigm(ed) to [...]
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seshat
to begin, she blinds herself of memory & suddenly his hands are a deer born in the dark she paws him his brag of dust his slate & husk her tender gorse mist of stonewound rain married to musk all the orchards baubled with antlers, damsons, foxholes remember his girl, remember her legs cocked like [...]
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