email to Copeland 5/7/21
Hey, Cope, I guess you probably heard about the latest pandemic. It’s popping as we speak, and it makes Covid look like a soft little mushy round cheese cake with teensy red white and blue stars on it. Right now, the new one seems to be occurring mostly at rest stops along the I-5 corridor…
APRIL ARRIVES BY NIGHT
–Fukushima Daiichi 2011-20?? Tohoku in snow The daffodils collapse Lying flat one upon the other. From the fingernail moon you stole A kiss, April, as you arrived By night. Haven’t you revealed The secret of a fox To whom you are partial, or what Favor the rain brings? You laugh, thinking you can get Away…
THE FAR RIGHT’S CHRONIC HICCUP OVER HOWARD ZINN AND THE LOSS OF THEIR FANTASY COLUMBUS~~~“Before The West Was Won: Pre-Columbian Morality,” by David Barton, vs A Peoples’ History Of The United States,” by Howard Zinn.
“Who controls the past controls the future.” –George Orwell “We’re an empire now, and when we act, we create our own reality.” –Unnamed senior advisor to President George W. Bush “Anyone who can make you believe absurdities, can make you commit atrocities.”–Voltaire LATEST NEWS FROM THE “NEW WORLD” It seems a people having little…
PLANET IN RED
Going to Mars in grim slow-motion Building the grandest pavilion there; Collecting seashells dried up ocean– The pale, the unrepentant somewhere. Couplets and haunted sonnets I write Of petrified nests, of starlight, moons With scary monikers: Fear and Panic. Children of chaos: Phobos and Deimos Calling this pale pink sky to mind Are banishing birds of…
THE FLOATING CIRCUS
“I thought her unsinkable, and I based my opinion on the best expert advice.” –Phillip Franklin, White Star Line Vice President “It’s…
The Beach at Sainte-Adresse
Something in the landscape keeps him alive. Boats and sea subside: sightseers, fishermen. The tactile sand, hallucination, fever And that Monet; a chill has compromised it. The wall behind it undulates. Inscrutable Clouds pretend to move; arrested headwind Brushes Sainte-Adresse, dark hull and steeple. He shivers, sweats, the mainsheet over him; Residue of salt turns…
The Reception
East of Bedlam, my friends read the paper At the reception in my honor. I myself have come early, hoping to taste The blush of laughter, your sweet wine. Accepting pardon, I am like the moon That rises before dark. The moonlit desert abides, Worried that you praise me too much. The party breaks up…
In Memorium: Tia Padorr Black
tia black Swallowtails ……………………………………………………………………………………… Two swallowtails spiral over cypress at the mountain’s crest. Gypsies, one black, one gold, trace an invisible path. In mid-air they touch then vanish as if changed into the trance of our own light breath. Far below red light burns the field, high summer’s intolerable heat, while above the swallowtails reappear…
new light
The roof and wall subsided with stormFor a miracle in your grasp, still being alive.Prepare then a way for me by cloudAnd by rain. The new light. It entersThe broken half of a house. You won’tGive up on me too soon, I hope,By way of Jordan, pale jasmine.This is how you enter a sacred placeOn…
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