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There are certain phrases I wish I’d never heard. Mouse’s warning: Never drink at a strip mall bar. Nemerov’s condemnation that the world is now made up of pictures of the world, as if I wasn’t already feeling one step removed....

I sit on this airplane seat beside an army guy the age of my adored nephew, and all I can think of is how I abhor war imagining him sleeping on some foreign frenzied battle field. My heart squeezes at how much I miss him his...

I snuck in later to jiggle her crib hoping to bring her out of her pale sleep on her first day home so Mother would lift this mystery from its roost where it keeps its secret origin. This tenderest shoot already flung into...

The shortest distance between two spots is a crow who knows how to create straight lines inside equations that carry no promise of lifetime achievements through the sky. Crows are not like humans who theorize all the time with...

From Dalla La Terra Promessa (1935-1953)  by Giuseppi Ungaretti Solo ho amica la note. Sempre potro trascorrer con essa D’Attimo in attimo, non ore vane; Ma tempo cui il mio palpito trasmeto Come m’aggrada, senza mai distarmene,...

from Giuseppe Ungaretti Dalla Il Dolore (1937-1946) Tutto ho perduto del’infanzia E non potro mai piu Smemorarmi in un grido. L’infanzia ho sotterrato Nel fondo delle notti E ora, spada invisibile, Mi separa da tutto. Di me...

From Giuseppe Ungaretti Anche questa notte passera Questo vagare solitario le ombre ondeggianti sui tram sull’umidita asfalto Guardo le teste die tassisti come annuendo mentre sonnecchiano   ENNUI Even this night will...

From Giuseppe Ungaretti Dall’ampia ansia dell’alba Svelata alberatura. Dolorosi risvegli. Foglie, sorelle foglie, Vi ascolto nel lamento. Autunni, Moribonde dolcezze. O gioventu, Passata e appena l’ora del distacco. Cieli alti...

She’s the one in the bright tunic, pants stretched over expanding hips. Her new digs—chain elder-care, with its institutional tweed Berber carpet, puke beige vinyl baseboard, hot, dry air, snapping, fly-away hair— and her never...

I’ll spread my arms to the wind, it blows my hair wild, as a hurricane. Mouth gapes, scooping gulps of air. Breath catches, as I open myself to being— — Bring it! I’ll fly, full-fledged, thrash through turbid waters, traipse...

As every evening, twilight sets sail. I unlatch the shutters and lean out. For an hour, I voyage with the clouds. They trundle across the ocean, slowly at first, then faster and faster. Top-heavy with rain, they run aground on...