http://42opus.com/ en-us An online magazine of the literary arts. The fuckwad has her caged rat-style. He sends babies chute face, / chute face. She chews face, face plowed, baby after baby. / He box checks, he checks box, he slots baby, he plows. / Then cokes. He offers to coke her. She nuzzles / a baby, opens her face. http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/42opus/poetry/~3/1BYzlWkrL-E/all-i-want Wed, 8 Jul 2009 00:00:01 PDT http://42opus.com/v9n2/all-i-want The farmer sends you and your children into the woods to puke / up his property. He says, you're wolf meat, now. You're dead / to meat. Hoof it pinkling mama, if you like, but beyond / that forest lies the forest, and beyond that, a tight shut eye / nothings you flat. http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/42opus/poetry/~3/dUTRG6DGdTg/when-something-is-rooted-in-you Sun, 5 Jul 2009 00:00:01 PDT http://42opus.com/v9n2/when-something-is-rooted-in-you Take note and heed. My drab elastic shackle worried the bone / to dart. Poison tipped present day cervix fasting, preparatory. / Ugly Park looms, and I file its gates. Specific access: trees / denied, fur denied, zing and whoosh denied, all water denied. / Dark denied, particle-free oxygens denied, nutrients denied. / Girls, boys, tom-toms, flowers, spoons, ink, porcelain, fruit, / tone, flint, exploration, and tonic fetal compass denied. http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/42opus/poetry/~3/3GHgF7U4UYc/the-next-time-you-survey Thu, 2 Jul 2009 00:00:01 PDT http://42opus.com/v9n2/the-next-time-you-survey Now I understand why. Someone turns loose the winds on me / and I'm a fountain of fire, someone tosses me into the sea // and I float in a boat of flames, someone pushes me under / and my lungs implode like hydrogen blimps. Every bronchiole burns… http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/42opus/poetry/~3/gxvONo36Aas/purgatory Mon, 29 Jun 2009 00:00:01 PDT http://42opus.com/v9n2/purgatory Where you cut your hand upon entering. / Where the affable proprietor warns you away from the saw. / Where the dog and the cat play beneath the table, / between your many legs. / Where the woman has painted her black hair gray. http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/42opus/poetry/~3/hUW5zoVkROM/in-dreams-and-in-love Fri, 26 Jun 2009 00:00:01 PDT http://42opus.com/v9n2/in-dreams-and-in-love to the rain: it rains every night, clockwork / of my undoing, // vital to each iris as it was to my lantern of a self, / belly down in the low-slung fulcrum / of shyness; obdurate and unwieldy and refusing to say… http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/42opus/poetry/~3/1MeGH6Ah1m8/my-entire-childhood Sat, 20 Jun 2009 00:00:01 PDT http://42opus.com/v9n2/my-entire-childhood If it wasn't for the windows, it would all be so different. / The light forced to choose sides, shadows grow different. // A house of glass with wooden gaps wrapped by trees, / gray inside when it rains, at dawn no different. // Porches hold what's too nice for closets. Reminders. / Rackets and bats, balls that you're taught to throw different. http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/42opus/poetry/~3/6p6axYM1xWc/glass-doors Wed, 17 Jun 2009 00:00:01 PDT http://42opus.com/v9n2/glass-doors Below the ice, frozen air, hibernating frogs. My cheeks alive with the burn, my ears. I wanted to touch air, awaken the frogs from their sleep. A bitter cracking sound. From the bottom of the pond, I called to you. http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/42opus/poetry/~3/rj3Sc2St7HE/ice-above Sun, 14 Jun 2009 00:00:01 PDT http://42opus.com/v9n2/ice-above It was the dream of the / x-rayed rose, of the / dentist in Seville and his love / for a Flamenco dancer, of how / when he took an x-ray of her jaw / she refused to let go of / the rose she held in her teeth / while she danced. http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/42opus/poetry/~3/XgZGMlBcI8c/dream-of-the-x-rayed-rose Thu, 11 Jun 2009 00:00:01 PDT http://42opus.com/v9n2/dream-of-the-x-rayed-rose Would you search for the source / of god, which is the mouth / and possibly many-tongued, // or for the nest of the swan, / which is a large, open bowl, / a grass house & honest? http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/42opus/poetry/~3/1mRVwUBj0xI/if-given-the-chance Fri, 5 Jun 2009 00:00:01 PDT http://42opus.com/v9n2/if-given-the-chance Start with a bird—a blue heron / coasting over the reservoir— / and a tree—a loblolly pine, / planted for paper and pulp, / dropping its rusty needles. // What does it take to be awake / in this particular world? http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/42opus/poetry/~3/NutZXh0ExBg/june-meditations Tue, 2 Jun 2009 00:00:01 PDT http://42opus.com/v9n2/june-meditations The winter it is past, and the simmer comes at last, / And the small birds sing on ev'ry tree: / The hearts of these are glad, but mine is very sad, / For my love is parted from me. http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/42opus/poetry/~3/ddIFw7c8BpU/the-winter-it-is-past Mon, 1 Jun 2009 00:00:01 PDT http://42opus.com/v9n1/the-winter-it-is-past Your skin's gone Mahler. I'm a toxin in your throbbing, // I'm spindle to your tumble & speak fluent blue heron // & not just with the radio, no. The white-handed gibbon // goading the night resounds in caged stages. http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/42opus/poetry/~3/Lh88E45bdlA/dear-animal-collective Fri, 29 May 2009 00:00:01 PDT http://42opus.com/v9n1/dear-animal-collective By the time I finished writing, you had disappeared inside me. An absence bounded by the imagined shape of your skin. The body only token of the thought that creates it, yet I counted years by those touches, those bruised moments of light. Plankton sparking in the suffocating cold. I opened the ocean's windows against the lateness of night up there… http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/42opus/poetry/~3/eHURNKfgrp4/dear Mon, 25 May 2009 00:00:01 PDT http://42opus.com/v9n1/dear And I think right now we are all // torturing each other. Daring Young Men on the Flying Trapeze. / Gentle Ponies. High Wire Daredevil. With such magnificence / in the world, it seems I would begin to believe something else. // Wind. Rain. All descriptions are masks. Sirens, right now, / screech through the air of this house. The gentle ponies were not / gentle at all. http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/42opus/poetry/~3/VwnahxAIEWE/letter-after-the-circus Mon, 18 May 2009 00:00:01 PDT http://42opus.com/v9n1/letter-after-the-circus