Poem on Indolent Books' What Rough Beast

Got a poem published on Indolent Books' What Rough Beast, and I'm happy about that. Even though I didn't know until just now and it was up in September.

Linked here, the poem is called, "A few of the words," and it begins:

A few of the words

Here’s some language: sweet land, liberty.
Here’s a location we call mine. The mind.

Here’s a famous river in the back of the lot
just past the original song. Rocky banks

risky slope. Follow it north, pilgrim,
to where it runs at a trickle. Keep

going. The philosopher calls nationalism
irrational – sweet land sweet song –

but they made a word for it.

3 New Poems on Blackcrackle (via Entropy Magazine)

Three new poems (not newly written, just newly published) on Entropy Magazine's Blackcrackle. Including Essential Oil, prompted by the beloved Bert Brecht:

P 165 #explodethelogic

First Avenue after/for Rae Armantrout

First Avenue

            after/for Rae Armantrout

(the) silence 

under peerless 

vehicle noise 

seems like 

the only 

is  

* 

doctor says 

you had 

a heart attack 

when 

(you ask)

(busy year)

*

those bricks red 

for the office 

official order

for ignoring

speed past 

* 

economics 

interrupt this poem 

child places bow 

in hair 

wails: but I can’t 

pay the rent 

still

*

Harvard says 

half of all heart attacks 

remain unrecognized

you’re not

so bad

* 

didn’t mind

constant honking

or hated it            

2/30

A little Robin, a little Emerald Tablet, a little Hondo

I look up. I think incandescently 

about my sister’s night sky app

that clarified the constellations 

from that dark corner in Texas

April night gathered outside 

                  here a true explanation

                  concerning which there 

                  can be no doubt:

as above, so below 

the secret humming beneath the secret 

I look up. I think who grouped them 

where they lay who drew ram, lion, 

water bearer come to bring needed nectar 

thirsty thirsty as we’ve been    are     who 

stole a world from us, corralling stars

                  to make the miracle 

of the one thing 

look up

NaPoWriMo -- not quite in the spirit here.

A Freud erasure: page 248 "Mourning and Melancholia" 2018...

Three of my poems in Empty Mirror

Happy day: Empty Mirror has published three poems.

It includes my poem for Vito Acconci. It's also by him, being largely his words from a talk he gave at MoMA a few years ago.

RIP Vito. And thank you, Denise Enck.

You’re alone in a room you have nothing

for (and by) Vito Acconci

When I started out as a poet
didn’t want abstraction
abstraction used
by religion
politics
didn’t want any of that.....