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Tag Archives: language
Suddenly I Understand
Her eyes are bleary with sleeplessness. She “watches over” stars all night as if she were a shepherd and they her flock. She hardly bothers to dress herself other than in tatters. Arabian poet Al-Khansā’ (d. 645 AD) starts to … Continue reading
How to Positively Cry
No matter where life takes me,I carry this love. I carry my part. This ending to Aaiún Nin’s long-ish discursive poem “McDonald’s Money” made me cry. Not from sadness, but because it crowns a fine writing with the keen point … Continue reading
The Unary That Hogs Validity
— Which inscrutable monad is the Valid? Who doesn’t court surmise there could be None?Beings unconceived with wings strongly matterTo the hotly spooked who swing a prophet’s hammer. Say a godspell ambushed seers in Bronze Age lands:“Unmoving Mover placed us … Continue reading
The Guitars and Drums Do Most of the Talking
Since I fancy myself poetry curious, I’m ashamed that the lyrics of most rock songs constitute for me so little of the listening experience. I rarely register more than the odd phrase that penetrates the instrumental layer. The frontpersons (I … Continue reading
There Is No ‘I’ in ‘Poet’
Verse in the pen of the writer.Poetry in the mind of the reader.Words the strike.Mind the flint.Fire the poem. (c) 2026 JMN — EthicalDative. All rights reserved
Trumpetss Ssound, End Timess Hiss
An overt latent sshiftiness, both andss,Neither norss, never alwayss the ssame;Sslithering duness, conssisstent sshifting ssands,Familiar, sscarcely recognissable;Crucible, crux, ssacrifice, ssuffering, sshame. F-150’s rifle rack naked, gunBaked. Cup of staggering fisted. SonNailed, lanced, bled, mocked, screwed.In car nato birthed, hanged from … Continue reading
‘There dwells in the glance an ancient hunger…’
Translation to English of a poem in Spanish titled “Únicas/Únicos” by Azurea20 published at La Bancarrota del Circo on July 6, 2026. ONE / ONLYThere dwells in the glancean ancient hunger;a buzzing ofbees crownscogitationas one’s own lighttries to take rootin … Continue reading
Morning Norther, Hill County, Texas
… Mr. Trump [promised] that this year’s fireworks display will break a Guinness World Record by exploding more than 860,000 shells. MORNING NORTHER, HILL COUNTY, TEXASThe wind trees up,rousing leaf rabble,a scramble of squirrel.Water kettled, coffee ground, storm brewing. Clouds … Continue reading
On Being Groped by a Bottom Feeder
— To the Bro’hood of Silicon Gulch, la Fraternidad del Pinche Cabrón.No es lo mismo la cómoda de tu hermana que acomódame a tu hermana. Scat, lollapaloozer, vile binary stud!This crotch don’t cash your crypto crud. Shamelord sonnyboy, sleaze disease,Take … Continue reading
Confession
I confess to a proclivity (morbid?) for depicting faces in various states of contortion. A face at rest, unless it’s grizzled or reflective of a corrupt soul, has bland contours. States of agitation are what lay bare the deserts, mountains … Continue reading →