Cooked Oranges / PoemsPoetic inspiration continues to be a mystery to me, but I am its deep advocate, and hold to its irrational and shady acreage like a greedy real estate developer gazing out over the possibilities (a ramshackle hut here, a barn there, a castle with a lake yonder...). Is it angels, djinn, my black cat curled at the bottom of my bed while I'm hot in composition mode? My "unconscious," "God Consciousness?" (my fervent prayer). |
Contents
Beginnings ofjokes Without Endings | 4 |
Come Sunday 24 | 9 |
Grief 31 | 10 |
Nonevent 35 | 13 |
Tiny Thread 47 | 18 |
Air Circulates Around the Great and Small 55 | 21 |
Gnomic Sentences 67 | 23 |
Keeping it Simple 75 | 26 |
A Vermins Tale 115 | 43 |
The Dynasty of Durability 118 | 44 |
Theres the Train That Stops 119 | 44 |
Alchemical Wedding 121 | 46 |
The Way of the World 123 | 47 |
Grace Descending 126 | 48 |
The Lion Who Wanted to Sing 128 | 49 |
5o More Sunlight Let Through 136 | 50 |
Very Tiny Gazelles 81 | 29 |
Angel Pranks 85 | 31 |
Terrible 89 | 32 |
Ramadan Rapture 92 | 33 |
The Poems I Want to Read 94 | 34 |
The Radiance of Day 99 | 35 |
The Road 101 | 36 |
The Worlds BundleNovember 3 2004 103 | 37 |
The Dead 105 | 38 |
The Sleep Train 107 | 39 |
4o Tonguetip to Tonguetip 109 | 40 |
The Forest of Sleep 112 | 41 |
Lay Back Down 113 | 42 |
Direct Passage 138 | 51 |
There Was a Reply 141 | 52 |
A Short Shoe Saga 144 | 53 |
Doors 146 | 54 |
The Alchemists Lesson 148 | 54 |
Line From a Dream Poem 151 | 56 |
Saga of the Sea Sponge 152 | 57 |
Why There are Stars 154 | 58 |
The Sleep of the Dead 156 | 59 |
6o But it is We 157 | 60 |
Poem Given in a Dream 159 | 62 |
Poem that Puts into Perspective 163 | 63 |
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