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Odysseus Adrift

“Son of Laertes and seed of Zeus, resourceful Odysseus, let no need for a guide on your ship trouble you; only set your mast pole and spread the white sails upon it, and sit still, and let the blast of the North Wind carry you.” —Odyssey 10, 504-507   The boards I cut and planed and joined together press into my ...

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Once

Life spelled itself in letters, black, tight-lipped: I’ve bled my passions out in spates of ink. The margins bloomed like flowers on a crypt. Once, when my hands were empty, and I dipped them in Night’s waters, there, I seemed to think, life spelled itself in letters, black, tight-lipped. So much was written there, the ...

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Impressions of a Bird Song

Its wings spread wide, feathers like spikes to frighten or chide. The eye shocks, suddenly fierce. With violent squacks its cries pierce twilight: it hurls and chokes its curse on impudent squirrels, on sparrows, dumb churls whose demurrals free bread crumbs. A man leans back, laughing. He becomes the sound ...

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Cardboard Carton

Cold seeping into bones through evening chill, sitting too long after the sun had set on concrete benches made for afternoon, one thing rose up in arid clarity: What he had inexpressibly esteemed, he’d never made the least attempt to hold— to make it fast by giving it its name or sounding out its underwater ...