Before you love,
learn to run through the snow
leaving no footprints.
Month: November 2016
Cutting The Mustard by Paul Blackburn
The world and ourselves pass away
We go on
. . . . .and enter the dance
What other chances are there
we could think of as
. . . . .already prepared?
life, man
it’s five o’clock
in the morning
I put the book down
look at the cat
and say
now that’s something
he looks at me
as if to say wtf
blinks
and goes back to sleep
life, man
can’t be anthing else
from Later by Paul Blackburn
“. . . .You
put that much life in it, baby,
you know you can’t win.”
YOU’RE by Nazım Hikmet
You’re my bondage and my freedom
my flesh burning like a naked summer night,
you’re my country.
Hazel eyes marbled green,
you’re awesome, beautiful, and brave,
you’re my desire always just out of reach.
translated by Randy Blasing & Mutlu Konuk
I Wrote A Letter To Munevver Saying by Nazim Hikmet
The trees are still standing, the old benches dead and gone.
“Boris Park” is now “Freedom Park.”
Under the chestnut I just thought of you
and you alone–I mean Memet,
just you and Memet, I mean my country.
translated by Randy Blasing & Mutlu Konuk
BK. OF NUMBERS by Paul Blackburn
My heart is 3 .7 . 9
3 orifices
7 mountains
9 seas
You
build these 3. 7. 9. down into me
into I
and dance and swell in my mind
and dance and swell. . . .
Leonard Durso 