Stories Collection

  1. Happiness The moment you turned to me on W. 4th St. Your gentleness to me THe hard...
  2. Since there's no help, come let us kiss and part; or kiss anyway, let's start with th...
  3. History bears on translation, just as translation has a bearing on history or, at lea...
  4. The Teacher and the Student The dead teacher said I wish someone had ever taught me...
  5. for joaquin The black and white teat mouse is grooming his mustache in the far orie...
  6. Theodore Weiss belongs to the strikingly illustrious American poetic generation born ...
  7. Annunciation: The Breakings after Helene Aylon I saw my soul become flesh breaking ...
  8. The beeches deep in snow, I walk the dark woods In sorrow, sorrow. Your hand, wher...
  9. It was late in the summer of the year 2000, which had begun with ringing invocations ...
  10. 1 After the lesson of the serpent there is the lesson of the slug and the snail-herm...
  11. They were comparing how married each was. There hazed a considerable sun. Reinitiat...
  12. Words borne across the land-by wind, in glacial drift, along the meandering course of...
  13. Last night I walked from room to room to turn the Christmas window candles off, sud...
  14. Down the seven stairway gables out into the new snow making snow Angels next to the G...
  15. Here, on the first accidental Day of winter in the middle Of the great design &hemp ...
  16. -For N.R., 1942-1989 We thought we'd see her body all covered with blood, some holes...
  17. (Although in the thick of a journey) Although in the thick of a journey, the ship in...
  18. The trick was to get ink from the well into the fountain pen without blobbing it all ...
  19. Dear Hayden, Pittsburgh's as cloudy as Syracuse though the people here are friendli...
  20. He can't learn to speak-to make the sounds that mimic words-which causes the man wh...
  21. The eye goes up like an umbrella. Mascara, waterproof Lipstick on the nipples. On t...
  22. I woke up in a strange place, in a dream, in a nest of fireflies. When I opened my ey...
  23. But with this sentence: "Use your failures for paper." Meaning, I understood, the b...
  24. But the windows, KINGLET, are square and the light is flat and will flatten everythin...
  25. The place where sailors-though now open to all professions-went to consider the mira...
  26. The pawn shops of the world are offering their wares. Sunlight pours in through the ...
  27. One life is spent, the other spends us. Rarely, they touch -- like a cat for the fi...
  28. House of sleep, house of a long winter, what moves through these rooms is the past, w...
  29. To rise from the table he put his hands upon it-- ate and drank and played cards u...
  30. Based on "Hector's Mistress," a photograph by Anna Tomczak. It's not the way the lig...
  31. To the famous declaration of Theodore Adorno that there can be no poetry after Auschw...
  32. Rolling off our tongues and eyes, does the present really exist?-as minutes swell int...
  33. It was flick this, fuck that, lousy sonofabitch and stupid shit, heads bowed in wh...
  34. The day I, was born I was born screaming, weren't we all, and who's to say there wa...
  35. No ideas. No thoughts, nor philosophy. Hunger, thirst, yes, flight and fear. And to...
  36. I'm hurt and want to talk about it, though I could be hurt in order to have somethi...
  37. I began in the middle for things were immense and begun: rain was immediate on the sy...
  38. Because he can speak, because he can use his words, a whole headful of them, he give...
  39. After he told us that being blown is the greatest gift a woman can give, he downed ...
  40. I didn't believe in the body either, wasn't that clever. . . it was the down at the s...
  41. -for Adrian She thought it was green, not the emerald green of Indian summer but a ...
  42. The tube jiggles each time I swallow, each time I breathe, so I try not to eat, I...
  43. Some words open dark wings inside us. They carry us off in the telling, the air going...
  44. It is like fire. It is a kind of burning. Silence moves through it like breath. It go...
  45. To whistle amazement once into a forever wind. And the light from the sky pooled aro...
  46. When I bought the painting, I was almost immediately unsure. The dark image looked li...
  47. The bulb flickers on so easily, with a millimeter twist, lit so my long-dead father...
  48. the dead have left us, but we have not left them. They are tired of their toys ston...
  49. It is love and its relinquish I am discussing here, A sorrel horse loosed On a sal...
  50. Moreover he made an elm of it. He made also a month and the month disrupted the elm...
  51. The reason why I love the orchard is my-propensity for lavish Order in certain season...
  52. "Methinks my own soul must be a bright invisible green." (Henry David Thoreau. A Week...
  53. Someone has left the window open and a cold wind parts the quiet air as delicately as...
  54. Epistle If God were not promiscuous, we would have no one to blame for our lonelines...
  55. Silence lifting the latch, . unbuttoning the dress, fingering scarves that wind as th...
  56. I approach my house and the music that comes from it. I wonder if it was playing be...
  57. The moderate chill was preeminent As a snowy agora could be, Or the bass line of a ...
  58. It's not the white powder cauliflower of still distant moons Maybe just the old salac...
  59. These farmers dressed in gold and blue are drinking a heated rosewater next to the ...
  60. We had only a few days, but they were very long, the light changed constantly. A fe...
  61. We must pit ourselves brutally, Testing the tar and pitch Of the immaculate forefathe...
  62. Next door a child's playing Beethoven's "Pour Elise." One can hear the mistake, all ...
  63. As the adverse account shoos flies There are still remnants of the dynastic fan. Go...
  64. It was while skin popping members of the "triptan" family That I began dreaming of t...
  65. From a journal I had a lover once, I had a lover twice, easily three times I loved. ...
  66. Roses and manure are indigenous: On our court scales, "just" indicators of seasons ...
  67. Stars I'm awake, I am in the world-- I expect no further assurance. No protection...
  68. Charlie Parker running a tow-line from a red barge straight to a worm in the gut of...
  69. The windows shut, the sun rising. Sounds of a few birds; the garden filmed with a l...
  70. My sister painted her nails fuchsia, a color named after a fruit. All the colors we...
  71. They sat far apart deliberately, to experience, daily, the sweetness of seeing each o...
  72. El Paso. Eleventh floor of the hotel in a dust storm with eight hundred miles of inte...
  73. Your surrender's enormous, Like the wolves' natural kennel, yet You're tight-fisted...
  74. A sack on his back, his burlap shirt flapping iii a devil's wind, Thomas the Broken-...
  75. His world made of almost nothing and nothing, of spooky superstrings in the ten-dim...
  76. When he emerged from his dark box, he wasn't anything particular. Firm skin, an in...
  77. My sister and I at two ends of the sofa, reading (I suppose) English novels. The tel...
  78. Shadowy Friends & Lovers Tingling and bestial What an appalling birthday cake, Like ...
  79. Have you seen the builders of this city, these analphabetic acrobats climbing on ba...
  80. In my first dream the world appeared the salt, the bitter, the forbidden, the sweet ...
  81. Maybe it was 1973. I know it was Hyde Park, and our friend John was sitting with a gr...
  82. There was one summer that returned many times over there was one flower unfurling ...
  83. Each year, on this same date, the summer solstice comes. Consummate light: we plan fo...
  84. When I was seven, I had a vision; I believed I would die. I would die at ten, of po...
  85. ADAM AND EVE. The greatest virtue of the biblical tale about our first parents is tha...
  86. It does happen, now and then, that somebody cries for help. At once, someone else l...
  87. We were supposed to be, all of us, a circle, a line at every point equally weighted o...
  88. Before we started camp, we went to the beach. Long days, before the sun was dangerou...
  89. When summer ended, my sister was going to school. No more staying at home with the d...
  90. The curtains parted. Light coming in. Moonlight, then sunlight. Not changing becaus...
  91. Stray cats on an anonymous, mythical stoop Of an anonymous, inimical street inhabitin...
  92. I call to you across a monstrous river or chasm to caution you, to prepare you. Ear...
  93. With a changing key you unlock the house where the snow of what's silenced drifts. Ju...
  94. Who would want to give it up, the coal a cat's eye in the dark room, no one there b...
  95. More than the dove, more than the mulberry it's me that autumn loves. Gives me a veil...
  96. There's been a lot of fighting in this little boat though I've been as alone as be...
  97. His poems were "the efforts of someone who goes with his very being to language, stri...
  98. My three dogs follow me wherever I go. I should name them for my hungers: Worry Wart,...
  99. The mind's a lonesome flourish, stark as deviation's branch before the snow; a dar...
  100. Nothing actual happened in the school house girl's room on the island. It just looke...
  101. for Tomaz Salamun My nation is a pasture horseless in demeanor. Its contours ignite...
  102. translated by Silke-Maria Weineck dedicated to Rudolf Kassner It is with all its ey...
  103. I interrupt my proceedings And visit the museum. I find an equipment list From an inc...
  104. I am going to tell you he is my brother but he isn't. But there isn't (is not) any wa...
  105. You did not die because of a tooth. Not my tooth or your tooth or your mother's toot...
  106. She was a headlong assault, a hysterical discharge, an act of total extermination. -M...
  107. Lay in his grave for the dead man the words he spoke so as to live. Cushion his hea...
  108. I In these I find my calling: In the shower, in the mirror, in unconscious Hours s...
  109. When I learned that "Black Radiation" is the invisible emission of light by a hot sol...
  110. Slow driver, the moon's bonked headlight sniffing the way for miles ... Longevity ...
  111. Into late late late summer, fall comes with its stirrup, its bronze light. In th...
  112. 1 The Kandinsky art book stayed in its cellophane for three unnecessary days. This...
  113. "Methinks my own soul must be a bright invisible green." (Henry David Thoreau, A Wee...
  114. Almost everyone, it seems, who takes seriously to Shakespeare feels called upon to so...
  115. We were afraid of everything: earthquakes, strangers, smoke above the canyon, the fi...
  116. January: interesting to see the corpse light that, so oddly lovely, there in peace. ...
  117. When I was little I loved to be good, loved to be of use to whoever could use me. I ...
  118. (Artist Martin Anderson built a series of neon horses which appeared in fields along ...
  119. Let's thank our mistakes, let's bless them for their humanity, their terribly weak c...
  120. The long adjournment to evening commences. The long slow drink of detachment. It's ...
  121. The donkey stood alone in the paddock swishing its tail to rid itself of flies. It ...
  122. In my end is my beginning": in the aftermath of World War II, T S. Eliot meditates ab...
  123. A pistol appearing in the first act must be fired in the third. The barrel will spit ...
  124. Back then the streets were made of goose-down. The ice cream man rang his bell and th...
  125. Looky here, these little children we called our friends, they've had their lives no...
  126. The garbage can wraps its yellow rope arms around the tree's shins. It wipes the tr...
  127. Even its corpse is more lovely than a late-model Chevrolet. Surely it must have gallo...
  128. Everyone at work is trading pictures of being impaled on a fence, always the same a...
  129. I was on my lunch break, sitting on a bench in the park, when a cute little doggy cam...
  130. There was no bridge to speak of in our song. Vicious tenderness, like the artifact of...
  131. End of December and the green of King Saul Avenue copies itself from leaves, the fire...
  132. Maybe it's the round script in the desert's suicide note. Above it the sky plods in a...
  133. It's a neutral day. No sky and no atmosphere. No emotions and no oxygen. And no me...
  134. Della's Motel And Trailer Park was kind of moody. A kind of sullen yellow pollen fro...
  135. to the memory of my father After he died I found in his wallet my mother's photo an...
  136. Despite what she said, I do not resemble an angel. I am more like the redbud Next to...
  137. Remember Borges' great figure Pierre Menard? The difficult Symboliste poet was discov...
  138. A thunderstorm has passed. I sit on the front stoop reading a novel about a man who...
  139. Why I have lived this long I don't know It isn't as if I ran off since here I am st...
  140. Reasons not to write are rife, are pandemic, multitudinous, widespread. I have a ch...
  141. 1. Prologue: "Is she woman? Is she myth?" All poets are misfits and oddballs, but th...
  142. The white lambs on the way to Arad are like milk teeth in the desert's jaw The war ...
  143. These empty words are so remote. They are stories someone wants To believe at the en...
  144. I thought our odd formality needed some notation. The arrangement was a dance, our pa...
  145. The first kilometer out of town is already nature and love in a sudden gallop returns...
  146. for Wally & Vicki It's those brightly painted toenails that Remind me of tiny B. Al...
  147. TO THE EDITORS: A. D. Winans and other members of the North Beach poetry scene from ...
  148. Night comes to the Dizengoff corner of Frishman; flesh on flesh, the slaughterhouse ...
  149. There was this choice of watching the ocean or of transporting a dark ego, of learni...
  150. The clubhouse was bedecked with blue ribbons perhaps symbolizing the simpler days of...
  151. It was-imagination with some magic my language my locution grand on a small crossro...
  152. Alone. And alone. The pencil knows its lot. Of loss it's a lot. The placemat never g...
  153. Appliances were on our minds all morning. We tried changing subjects: "That holy war...
  154. to the memory of Ahmed Abu-Rabi'a A Bedouin dying of desert cancer flashes through m...
  155. A day before Brenner's murder an Arab came to his house searching for a lost baby. W...
  156. On the nearby river, boats painted pink sail on another errand, the man renting boats...
  157. Wasp, a needle sound inserting hot day wet and deep wooden bridge the weight of su...
  158. Bob Kaufman, known in France as the 'American Rimbaud," was one of the original Beat ...
  159. Somebody I didn't know stood me in a corner and read me my rights and tattooed my wr...
  160. Where We Are: Selected Poems and Zen Translations Lucien Stryk Skoob Books, 1997, 1...
  161. I am worried about the Five Ways of Knowing the World. The thrush has so many tiny fe...
  162. Everyone hated him and that brought us all together at the loins and philosophically....
  163. (Poetry and Translation) It seems that not too long ago, in that walled garden of a ...
  164. He was drinking port wine on the terrace When the ruby reflection from the glass Form...
  165. Before I realized that other people had emotions The ones I saw were my own creations...
  166. No. I did not know him. But here, in old New Bedford, I hear New York based, Beignet ...
  167. Whose clouds are those? Whose nematodes? Whose lover? What enters your mind when yo...
  168. Remember the clothcover, a scythe of red, A blue membrane, green fingerprints, creas...
  169. There is one wonderful moment That I remember, when I had smoked you I was sitting in...
  170. You've never really settled down Have you, orgasms? Restless, raving, and not funny...
  171. Those saints, the ones who sat high on poles, and looked down half dizzy or with thei...
  172. I would want you to come with rne into those years in which it is recorded that noth...
  173. After my daughter Katherine was born I was terribly excited I think I would have be...
  174. He sits alone and apart Under a cream-rimmed brown fungus Gripping its roots. Pelican...
  175. God was coming from an unnamed galaxy with a can opener and an attitude and star-ga...
  176. Because I wasted a day in exchange For something worthless I wanted punishment. I s...
  177. I love your every gesture and those places from which your gestures have recently ex...
  178. I'm tired of the usual stations of the spirit: the hackneyed eyes, breath and its R&...
  179. I used to, to some degree, live by you. When I needed one of you, you were ready, Y...
  180. My memory honed to an edge, this leaf, that bread, the narrative of my father holding...
  181. And when they rolled me over great storms moved across my breasts and a terrible ac...
  182. I looked like a woman looks and words cruised paths through forests and riverbeds a...
  183. Through lonely motel walls I heard that human a is of pleasure from a woman with a ma...
  184. Space and time, I've mostly overlooked All my life, concentrating on the curl Of mapl...
  185. At first it sounds like water dripping One drop at a time onto a porcelain tabletop ...
  186. West. The direction of oblivion. The sea. Water throwing itself down, senselessly b...
  187. The calliope player appeared purple On this dark German evening: A blonde girl ate ...
  188. I will never forget The first time I heard you And understood a few words. I was d...
  189. I was dozing and dreaming on the rented verandah's rented sofa in the cross-fire trou...
  190. I'm not sewing velvet patches on a woolen blanket, not putting silver buttons back w...
  191. We have a hunger for the wet mud near rivers, And for the black earth around growing...
  192. ELIOT WILSON: You're a disturbing poet and I mean that in the very best way. Even you...
  193. I'd fallen off my tricycle And you said, good, do it again. My echo chamber was fil...
  194. Why beat a neighbor child With a need to share a fear? I did it after Kennedy's dar...
  195. In your version of heaven I am blond, thinner, but not so witty. In the movie versio...
  196. A shepherd, not porcelain, Or painted in sensuous colors kneeling By the Bassani, ...
  197. "Alas, that is the name of our town; I have been concealing it all this time" The s...
  198. This is what it was like to grow up down there, then. A pretty place but desolate. ...
  199. A Lesson in Geography Failure of sympathy buries you in the sand, like the body of ...