Stuff 2

READING

The beautiful Adam Clay poems in the new Denver Quarterly.

The Violence by Ethan Paquin
No Planets Strike by Josh Bell

LISTENING

What the Toll Tells - Two Gallants
Detrola - His Name Is Alive

O years of age, ball of wax,
the ice melts, the night drops trou;
sometimes it's enough

Stuff

READING

HOOPS by Major Jackson
THE POEMS OF CATULLUS trans. by Peter Green

LISTENING

PORTRAIT OF A LEGEND - Sam Cooke
RABBIT FUR COAT - Jenny Lewis with the Watson Twins

As I glance through a few thin pages and switch off the light.

I tread her wrist and wear the hood,
talking to myself, and would draw blood.

because the tastebuds at least are not broken
because there is a bond between you
and sweet is sweet in any language.

pilgrim, i did not mean to be so loose

Always, if this, then that,
or nothing.

I've been under the ground, eating prayers from this old book I found.

The rain pauses. A cricket mutters its evening prayers.

it begins, and we are dancing.