POEMS
- THINGS YOU SHOULD KNOW /3
- THE INFINITE CONVERSATION
- THE ISLAND WITHIN
- MEASURING WINTER /z
- ORPHEUS CUT OUT AND SINGING
- THINGS YOU SHOULD KNOW
- LIGHT INTO TUESDAY
- YELLOW
- LOVE WAS AN AMPUTATION WITH TOO MANY PHANTOM LIMBS
- iterations of summer /24 [september]
- THE MUSIC OF LOSS
- MOURNING
- ANGEL OF POETRY
- ANGEL OF POETRY | onyx feathers
- /2 [from] iterations of summer [june]
- i•Phone *möbius strip* {hybrID.(b*oo*k)}: in*tro
- SWEEPING/SLEEPING AGAIN
- ITERATIONS OF SUMMER /4
- ITERATIONS OF SUMMER /6
- ITERATIONS OF SUMMER /8
- ITERATIONS OF SUMMER /10
- ITERATIONS OF SUMMER /15
- PAINTING THE DUST
- THE BLUE PAGE OF SEA
- THE HOURS
- ICE FISHING
- JANUARY RAIN
- HOUSE OF FORGETTING
- LAYERS
- AFFIRMATIONS [1] and [2]
- LONGING
- FLESHED
- THE SEESAW OF UNDERTOW
- NOTES TOWARD
- CHOICE[S]
- FROM THE GROUND
THE GLASS HOUSE OF FORGETTING (NOVEL)
- The Book of Forgetting (novel preface)
- The Opener of Letters, or Broken Tern (Gabriela)
- The Cellist Dreams in E Minor
- MANHOOD (ETHAN):
- “The Chasm of Infinitude” [The Glass House of Forgetting]
- from “The Sea of Hands” [The Glass House of Forgetting]
- From “Triangle” (Will, Jamie, and Sean)
- RUNNING (Ethan)
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Miguel Escobar reading Dirge, part 1, take one
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DIRGE II, the afterlife smells like ghosts; softened spectacle [7 dancers]
Everyone slows down and locks the rearview mirror when the ambulance arrives. Demise crosshatches the body’s sleeves. How funny I look without skin. Lacking the memory of other cells, the cell is lonely. Inconsolable, the violas slip the page. A … Continue reading
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from DIRGE: a ballet for 13 dancers [fragment- hymns]
The planes flew through your chest at high speed because someone called you sky, and you wanted to believe. Ghost planes with no one onboard except robots counting dollhouse packages—or elegant military birds. No one had the heart to tell … Continue reading
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DIRGE: a ballet for 13 dancers [prelude with cellos]
1 dancer [hazel] I slept in the Book of the Dead and woke with parchment scrolls blooming tired magnolias from my unhinged mouth. Lugubrious cellos attempted to climb me back to the mud-encrusted, brick floor–but I panicked. When my thinking … Continue reading
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CONFESSIONS
I wanted to go there but I can’t remember—to be with someone lost in the field of wildflowers—that disappeared when I touched a memory that confused the horizon. The address of the doctor who promised not to cure me but … Continue reading
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THE DARK PROLIFERATES EVERYTHING
Let’s not get into this now—this driverless car that could easily crash that neither of us can afford, this city taxi cab (that will drive too fast near the bicycle lane)—or step into this afternoon of apple-green light, prescient of … Continue reading
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WHERE WERE WE?
We were on page 72—cringing as the main character stepped onto the plane, knowing what would happen because of the foreshadowing on page 47. Her fiance would be destroyed in the next chapter, which might require tissues or a walk … Continue reading
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TEAM-BUILDING MEETING 1
The gods and goddesses convened and after much vehement debate, opted that the human world or plateau as they called it, would end on a Monday to give their underlings a last-hurrah weekend though the creatures wouldn’t be privy to … Continue reading
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DEATH, POETRY, & FREDDIE MERCURY
I’d like to return this exquisite bouquet I purchased here a bit over a week ago. As you can see for yourself, all the chartreuse orchids and fuchsia oriental lilies are dead. Here is my crumpled receipt. Sorry about that. … Continue reading
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IMPROMPTU GEOMETERY WITH HELIX AND ELLIPSE
for Thom Foster, the titler of this poem 1. Sun angled on intense white snow seizes the eyes as prisoners. The cell is lonely. It lacks the necessary memory of other cells— genetic codes inscribed upside down or backwards— deviant … Continue reading
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