City Lights, 2016
daydreaming w/ Bob Arnold
Under the Central Tower
For Matta
Hands wandered on the keys
And strange words came from Her
Floating to the surface of the creek
I listened to the dialect of undressed sexes
Hands were writing on valves
Twenty-four seven
And assassinations would follow
In the same bluish twilight where steel snakes whistle
Where gulls shriek and mature women blossom
With swollen pistils and cheap wounds
I was a bit intimidated
It would have been so delicious
To piss in the street
___________________
Joyce Mansour
translated by Emilie Moorhouse
EMERALD WOUNDS
City Lights, 2023
Varda Poem
for Yanko
You who taught numbers to know the rainbow
Who opened every door in the celestial city
Who always made more when there was less
Who enchanted birds
Who loved all things except the mean
Should you be seen
Dancing in your golden ashes
About half a league off our port beam
As we go out the Gate
While the sun sets clear
Will you tell us one more time
How hard it is to be human
When it's so easy to be divine
_______________________
Shapeshifter
Alice Paalen Rahon
New York Review of Books
Translated by Mary Ann Caws
2021