Explore Poems: Memory & Nostalgia

There is still a photograph of lovers I would like to forget. 
After all, the unsentimental oak trees…

The year the local woman was murdered and her body
fed to dogs, we slipped vanilla gloss over our lips…

a burn scar
a whole lot of river

there is a freeway  of wind
blowing  the other direction

my god …

The day is winter bright. I blink against it.
Each time the sun glints in my eyes,
each time I close…

You are pursuing a feeling like the dust
In the voice of Bob Kaufman plus the mud
Of the most fertile…

I remember that jasmine bush. 

But I’d forgotten the yellow couch.

I can’t bear our small faces in the…

Let’s put on our childhood clothes
and walk the secret streets.
Let’s remember that in Finland
they…

Like most people, I have not known
what to do with the stones handed
to me. I fold newspapers into …

It came with the East Hollywood rental place: that novelty
polypropylene doormat screen-printed

in…

in the early twenties
a boat brought
my father to america
his first impressions
were spoken in spanish

years…

only language 
can hold us together

i watch the women
bead their hair
each bead a word

braids becoming
sentences…

After reading my obituary
folks went to their local bookstores
looking for my books. For a few days…

Primero it’s hablando in whatever language
fits your need at the moment.
It’s stories about an unbalanced…

Come with me.
If there is a world.

Animal, mineral
Sticky star

Formed of silver
Crystal globs

In the form …

The man in the south, near São Paulo, brown
and lean, in his late seventies, says it’s his bicycle—
he…

Brian, I’m still calling you Brian,
it’s raining and Sunday where you gig
now, or it isn’t. I can only…

The wind makes a salad
Of the countryside & we still refuse

To learn each other’s last names. You get
What…

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    I feel felt by    another       but I’malone in the room

When death comes, final and novel—
the trick cul-de-sac or burst dam, a door
that opening erases or shutting…