e c l e c t i c a p o e t r y
'Heroes of Saturday nights, what madness
to renounce Sundays.'
Sebastiano Cannata (trans. by Arlene Ang)
'The candle toppled.
Vultures leave behind
The wick of a human being.'
'garbage-bag trees and vesicled Lolitas'
A Few Simple Commands
'die like we
were meant to die—
as sparrows falling from their nests.'
'There was a once a man who would take her
wrists above her head, encirling them
between his thumb and forefinger...'
Old Plane Crash
'But this peeled, rusted skin
this blasted glass a glittering dirge...'
'There was a certain safety in
non-numbers, in an island
14 miles from any coast.'