http://42opus.com/ en-us An online magazine of the literary arts. and i am less and less myself. / i speak it when memory fails / i speak it when the river touches my ankles—cold / and close to meaningless. http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/42opus/poetry/~3/344346857/i-said-it-like-i-said-it Thu, 24 Jul 2008 00:00:01 PDT http://42opus.com/v8n2/i-said-it-like-i-said-it Dear Outlet, / Dear Honored Guest, / Mounded inside / in fits and starts. / Dear Plaque, / Dear Meatball, / Dear Attack— http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/42opus/poetry/~3/335842345/it-gets-in-the-way Tue, 15 Jul 2008 00:00:01 PDT http://42opus.com/v8n2/it-gets-in-the-way Dear Jalapeno, / Dear Skeleton, / Dear Delight, / Dear Landslide— / This is the price / of a punch card / culture. Rip a few / mascots for the / bus ride over. http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/42opus/poetry/~3/333358783/imaginary-distance Sat, 12 Jul 2008 00:00:01 PDT http://42opus.com/v8n2/imaginary-distance Dear Jalapeno, / Dear Vagrant, / The trees are making / fools of themselves. / I'm making faces / at the greedy river. / The sky spits / at us in our tiny / white hats. http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/42opus/poetry/~3/330598352/imaginary-greenhouse Wed, 9 Jul 2008 00:00:01 PDT http://42opus.com/v8n2/imaginary-greenhouse Cyriack, this three years' day these eyes, though clear, / To outward view, of blemish or of spot, / Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot; / Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear / Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, / Or man, or woman. http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/42opus/poetry/~3/338782436/to-the-same Tue, 8 Jul 2008 00:00:01 PDT http://42opus.com/v8n2/to-the-same I did but prompt the age to quit their clogs / By the known rules of ancient liberty, / When straight a barbarous noise environs me / Of owls and cuckoos, asses, apes, and dogs … http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/42opus/poetry/~3/338782437/on-the-same Mon, 7 Jul 2008 00:00:01 PDT http://42opus.com/v8n2/on-the-same what keeps you up all night / listening to the neighbor // call his cats in: oh the animals / we might choose to save, put them // on a polystyrene ark to Mars: what / we start that finishes us: the seventy- // four degree day in December: … http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/42opus/poetry/~3/324705262/self-portrait-with-cockroach Wed, 2 Jul 2008 00:00:01 PDT http://42opus.com/v8n2/self-portrait-with-cockroach Your own body, broken into so many times, became a clear lake / for her to bathe in. Remember pulling the one tiny, suckering / leech from below her neck, the pale collarbone Braille it left. http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/42opus/poetry/~3/322454040/you-loved-a-woman Sun, 29 Jun 2008 00:00:01 PDT http://42opus.com/v8n2/you-loved-a-woman The deer come out in the evening. / God bless them for not judging me, / I'm drunk. I stand on the porch in my bathrobe / and make strange noises at them— / language, / if language can be a kind of crying. http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/42opus/poetry/~3/320320976/across-a-great-wilderness Thu, 26 Jun 2008 00:00:01 PDT http://42opus.com/v8n2/across-a-great-wilderness The poem about the sea / speaks in braille / blue translated twice. // Sun wet light salt waves etc. http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/42opus/poetry/~3/316028230/at-the-perkins-school Fri, 20 Jun 2008 00:00:01 PDT http://42opus.com/v8n2/at-the-perkins-school Last week, as you rode your bike home in rain / after cheating with a girl with hair the colors of hell, / you texted you'd been hit by spiritual lightning. / I want to be hit by spiritual lightning! / All evening I stood out on yellowed lawn / chanting in trimeter, holding a matched set of forks. http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/42opus/poetry/~3/313601969/bohemian-hat-trick Tue, 17 Jun 2008 00:00:01 PDT http://42opus.com/v8n2/bohemian-hat-trick Suppose the night tasted like sugar and the streetlamps chimed the hour, would Flemish and French slang still matter? I was a little in love with you. The man scouring the Sunday market for vintage postcards. The child wailing after a drifting balloon. You made me forget how to count. But we danced flawlessly, our shadows spreading on the Belgian cobbles where tiny grasses grow in between. http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/42opus/poetry/~3/310974751/some-pages-from-the-book-of-brussels Fri, 13 Jun 2008 00:00:01 PDT http://42opus.com/v8n2/some-pages-from-the-book-of-brussels Mine, as whom washed from spot of childbed taint / Purification in the Old Law did save, / And such as yet once more I trust to have / Full sight of her in Heaven without restraint, // Came vested all in white, pure as her mind. http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/42opus/poetry/~3/310224276/methought-i-saw Thu, 12 Jun 2008 00:00:01 PDT http://42opus.com/v8n2/methought-i-saw When I consider how my light is spent, / Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, / And that one talent which is death to hide / Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent // To serve therewith my Maker, and present / My true account, lest He returning chide; http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/42opus/poetry/~3/309441619/when-i-consider-how Wed, 11 Jun 2008 00:00:01 PDT http://42opus.com/v8n2/when-i-consider-how When I come, called, to the smallish / skylight, where a hornet huddles // in a cedar corner, trapped / by a metal sieve, wind entering // and leaving him, it is / a rough courtship. http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/42opus/poetry/~3/305126278/supplement Thu, 5 Jun 2008 00:00:01 PDT http://42opus.com/v8n2/supplement http://api.feedburner.com/awareness/1.0/GetFeedData?uri=42opus/poetry