Or, Six short poems, five women & the Alps Below are several poems about different women, real or imagined, and about the Alps. The poems were drafted very early one morning after taking a train over the Alps from Geneva… Read More ›
sex (more or less)
Mani-Pedi, The (Christian) Poem
Or, Thoughts after passing a neighborhood nail salon busy, busy on a rainy Sunday evening The only recognized purpose of marriage was to beget children for the service of the Party. Sexual intercourse was to be looked on as… Read More ›
Quand – l’argent – le métier – leur dévouement à l’art –
When – his money – her work – her devotion to art {The English version, though chronologically the first and perhaps freer of a foreigner’s faults, here follows the French, stanza by stanza. La version française, quoique écrit après l’anglais… Read More ›
Brunch, sex and violence (Not for public consumption)
Two eggs sat poached on ham and toast, so pale and soft and tender, Tempura yellow just above: two breasts in a warm knit sweater. An innocent knife in the woman’s hand, it sliced and slit the gland— The… Read More ›
A woman my views on (sex and on) women sought to gather
A woman my views on (sex and on) women sought to gather. We’re thinking of partnering; these seemed greatly to matter, Revealing whether I would do; or perhaps what she really wished— Was continuing on alone instead of love… Read More ›
Civilization and its Discontents / Malaise dans la civilisation
With apologies to Freud, three poems, none too serious. Que Freud puisse accepter mes excuses pour ces trois poèmes petits et légers. I The playground is quiet I can read in the sun The children confined to day care… Read More ›
Dickinson — Sex, Spanish, Stew
Emily, in not so foreign tongues Reblogged from Zeteo The first law of American literature: Somewhere, somehow, in God only knows what language, you are always going to come across one more, intriguing—if not indeed great—Emily Dickinson poem…. Read More ›
