Category Archives: Anthology

My collected writings and those of family members.

‘Conjure an Exhale Instead’

I never knew why my uncle, a panhandle Texan, liked to say “the only good thing ever come out of Oklahoma was an empty bus.” He should’ve met Steve Leyva, who comes out of Oklahoma and is a good thing. … Continue reading

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Three from ‘Twenty Years of Letras Latinas’

The planet is bursting with verse. A reader of poetry has to be arbitrary to stay afloat. In this post I’ve done something impudent, which is to apply strikeout formatting to text which I think would have been better omitted. … Continue reading

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The Thruster’s Emblems Are the Rocket and the Tower

The modality of our moment, roused, rising, risen, nigh on full erect, is that of the Thruster. As it poured that small thought into a word mold, my self asked, “What’s the modality contrary to the Thruster?” Answer: the Chameleon.  … Continue reading

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Song-Sketch: Larrupin’ Twang in a Man Hat

Attention, Nashville balladeers: Key of… why not?… C. I commend this hatchling of a hit (be sure to credit me) to the key of C.  The key of C is the key musicologists explain least incompetently but most deludedly. After … Continue reading

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Sketch-Read: Patrick Dundon

See ifYou canFind thePoem’sTriggerPull it (JMN) Patrick Dundon’s “Gratitude” says this: […] Sure my mother did not hold me enough,too tempted by the specter of satiety only alcohol can bring. It’s a piece of important nonsense; a specter is terrifying, … Continue reading

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Start at the Center

Start at the center of the faceAnd work outwardsThe center’s where the features areWhat surrounds is just outline Start at the center of the centerAnd work out whatIs where the center startsWhat surrounds is more of that Stare at the … Continue reading

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Poetry Isn’t nor Is. It Happens or Doesn’t.

— For all the maimed and dead. Happens on a FujiHappens on a GalaHappens on a HoneycrispHappens on a Granny SmithHalving the appleQuartering the appleEighth-ing the apple(Can you say that?)Knife slides across skin’Til skin gives inApple tears at the blade … Continue reading

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‘A Wall to Lean on & Get Your Fiend On’

I’ve been reading old nursery rhymes I was exposed to in tinyhood by a teenaged aunt and twenty-year-old mother. They must have enthralled me as I lay me down to sleep in the pre-reason season; they still do. Why? Obscenely … Continue reading

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‘I Aimed for English Renderings That Could Stand on Their Own’

It’s a handsome volume* with gloriously voweled Arabic texts opposite English versions by James E. Montgomery, Sir Thomas Adams’s Professor of Arabic at the University of Cambridge and Fellow of Trinity Hall. The poems are by, and attributed to, Abū … Continue reading

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The Philosopher Writes His Mind, Then Says, ‘Read It.’

Persons who explain philosophy say “as it were” and “if you will” a lot. I’m none the wiser how it were, and no, I won’t.  Persons who explain poetry don’t. God writes the universe, then says, “Read it. As it … Continue reading

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