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& Rats Dance

 weep for marbled red
     weep for ivory
                    weep for eleph/ants/

Direct Address: Poems

Not the language of flurry and ease.  Not the song
of the defrocked vigilante.  Not the hemmed and attenuated.

from Tongue

And the power to tell is glory...

Words from Visions

taming the flame
sacred
are simple gestures

Kitchen (4 Poems)

How I break my head against checkered tile

I love on your kitchen floor

Memory

Solitude:
   
1.    The state or quality of being alone
2.    A lonely or secluded place

from Hearing Your Story

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The Corpse presents the first ever English translation of the Algerian poet Nabile Farès, an excerpt from the remarkable bilingual text, Escuchando tu Historia. English translation by Peter Thompson.

Place
where the words
of men
seek
their salvations
and
a kind of grandeur

From the Book of God


THAT HUGE PARANOIA     

This is my beloved son in
Whom I am well pleased

 Search Him!