Friday, February 10, 2017

Google Query Subtexts

"Colonies We Wanted to Make," by Michael Vincent Manalo
Google Query Subtexts

Am I a horrible person
Am I selfish
Am I dying
Would my grandparents say
Where did my grandparents come from
Where did their beliefs come from
What will I regret in twenty years
Am I dying tomorrow
Am I lazy
How can I help another human with all of their interiority
Will my child learn how to live without me
Will he feel loved and know how to locate happiness
and how to reach for it
Will my child be ok
How long do we have together
All of us who love each other what do we get to keep
What portion Any of it
Using what I already have what can I eat
How does one prepare this strange vegetable
Can I ask an imaginary great grandparent how they would do it
What crucial step have I forgotten
Why haven’t I learned this yet
Can I prevent regret
What will stop the world’s insistent imploding
Does how I look become a portal into my self
Am I accurately communicating my values
through my home
How is this other human doing
How do other humans live
Am I doing this right

Tuesday, February 7, 2017

Every Poem Has Three Chests

"Heart-Ants," by Songmi Heart

Every Poem Has Three Chests

and so three hearts
Yours, reader/breather,

and then that mysterious third one

belonging to
these lights-on-a-string,
these very words

Saturday, December 31, 2016

Well Here We Are

"Night Travel," by Paula Baader
Well Here We Are

Sky taupe with snowlight and moonlight and cloud
crawling in the window and my son sleeping sprawled across my legs
going nowhere with Peter Pan
who as I understand it as an adult is a great menace
Outside zero bombs flay our neighborhood to its quaking skeleton
The only injury in this room is a cut on my pinky under a bandage
Everything is terrible
Everything is beautiful

Wednesday, December 21, 2016

Shelter in Place

Shelter in Place

My baby breathes on me
and I match his breath

This is a prayer
Right now a man with a gun

is in a building at a university
a few miles from my home

Those on campus are told to
Shelter to Run Hide Fight

My startled heart shudders
and flaps its wings Also now

parents all over the city and 
country whose children are here 

are praying together quaking
in terror but not alone 

Let us all be safe
Let us breathe 

Monday, November 7, 2016



Snail warm in its shell
snug on some rock

brandishing a riding crop
and chanting

Where you live will make your
work beautiful
You need a city city city
What you need is to hurry

I’m not saying to kill the poor thing
but maybe relocate it
Under that bush over there will do
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