In the West the sun is painting
a portrait of my absence.
The miracle is the flowering
blue of Nothing, and the warm
retreat of salt and sleep--a little
blind pornography
. . . . .
like the scent of torn oranges in the dark;
Little wounds, I know what I am.
I am
torn out into deathspace
a single petal. I am
some darkness growing warm
thinking of another
distant mystery--
. . . . .
O elemental
omen you are my
opener. It is December. Far away
you are eager
you are burning
in some lightyear
in some mirror
of one who is no longer in the room.
. . . . .
If you witness the interior
of a beautiful darkness your eye's
abyss is a sleepless color.
I am the mistress of your deathlove.
A HYBRID NOTEBOOK OF POETICS AND PORNOGRAPHIES
Pornography Disclaimer
This is a an imaginary diary of facts, confessions, or messages. This is a notebook of working but broken ideas, lines, images, notes on books I'm reading, writers I admire, and brief fantasies of language. Here unfiltered all mannerings pseudo-private, publicized, ur-. Here I am art and unrevealed: poetic, political and pop. These are my moonlit rough beginnings and should not be taken literally, directly, truthfully, reliably, and none of it is legally binding. These lies are all choreographed, but only haphazardly. Beware.
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Poetry Disclaimer
My work has been awarded the Katherine C. Turner Prize from the Academy of American Poets, a Swarthout Award, and has twice been nominated and shortlisted for the Pushcart Prize. My first book, A Book Called Rats, was selected for the Blue Lynx Prize for Poetry (Eastern Washington University Press 2007). I'm curating editor for the online journal of poetry: PISTOLA and my poems and reviews most recently appear in Massachusetts Review, Beloit, Ploughshares and RAIN TAXI. I currently teach writing and literature at Santa Monica College in southern California.
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