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liz deschenes
tricia collins
steven severance
tom rayfiel
paul graham
reviews
tricia collins: three poets 1998

jeremy sigler


LA Sail

Hyphens on water
are a dotting
of moonlight
and a sketch
of sky

insisting on
the catapult
of vague
air

It's not as if
the gurgling Toyota
won't tomorrow dent
in pre-compaction

or fill
the sail
with a
joke

Commercial jet
twelve lanes up
down here
paves a small road
in either direction

as you lift
from the ripples
which have made us
an offer


Due to Your Neighbor

Through the wart
to the pit
a coffee can
observes the BB
that rattled in

My mood
has been
in deep freeze
so I'll think
before the thaw
of this thought

I've saved
the bad blood
to empty into
your pale
hemisphere

and the protrusion
from pond, lake, ocean
where you may sit

from here
you will see
where the dotted line
moved

and you will see
where the fickle frays
of concept
loop to a
string


Description of Where It Comes From

The second split
so I cracked it
and shelled
the sour nut
of decision

I woke
in the odor
of my last dream
carried in
by a powerful foot
of water

The wave broke
so I crumpled it
though I may
un-crumple it later

Morning
lowered its shades
after certifying
its position

The sun
is down now

and it is time
for it to be

ushered to the basement

Intestines there
maintain the struggle
to up
chunks
of being