Explore
Timeexpand_moreYou’re too far from where I sit to admire your finery up close.
Less magic, less defense, more speed, more stealth.
Then bullet strikes were spiderwebbing the windshield.
There’s anger in the sound of a V-8 engine that puts me at ease.
I blush whenever that room in Ensenada comes to mind.
The dugout boats kissing the shoreline have ferried us into open markets. Girl, you call me in time, where this too can be forgotten. The hands that made them asking for more things in dim light.
The social-media world was ablaze with his daughter’s bagunça.
I slipped one sparrow black and shivering into my mouth.
i was a wild thing down by the river, quiet like wild things are.
There was only the gulf of our steps, our breathing brittle as string.
It is here I learn the speech of men. The speechless guilt of every swig.
Before there was air, sublime silence. There was no one not to hear it.
I dug a hole in you; I jumped (here is the church, here is the steeple).
If every present
is possible, how can we have eyes to see?
he has come to write like nervous wasps in my mind like a grocery list.
I must tell you what it is like to be human, or you will drift away.
After almonds after anchovies. After baguettes, a plate of cheese.
Lunatics call it annihilation . . . Think of it as not doing a thing
A plus B; a child in peril, plus love, dissolution of, equals a story.
After my father passed away, I’d go back to stare at the cave paintings.
I build our life together as I want it to be.
Marianne Boruch
They plant whispers where shouts incinerate into hisses.
Through the dark, we say, through the dark: but do we ever really know?
How large our muscles have to be to lift our wings even a single time.
The walls pull apart like a troubled couple, finally deciding to hold.
Who are we? Without one another, who will we be?
Even the busiest of businessmen are out for the count, paying the price.
Years ago I wanted parallel lives, to see how it turns out for all of me.
At Walden Pond, Henry Thoreau clicks like on the “Wilderness” page.
