Walking The Blues ℗ 1972 Candid Released on: 1972-01-01 Main Artist: Otis Spann Producer: Nat Hentoff Music Publisher: Candid Composer: Otis Spann Composer Lyricist: Otis Spann
daydreaming w/ Bob Arnold
Walking The Blues ℗ 1972 Candid Released on: 1972-01-01 Main Artist: Otis Spann Producer: Nat Hentoff Music Publisher: Candid Composer: Otis Spann Composer Lyricist: Otis Spann
Empty Cup
After a painting by Erin Gafill
A small still life
of an empty cup
executed in
hues of blue and
shades of gray.
It can hold anything
or everything.
You can pour in
coffee or tea,
or you can pour in
love, gratitude,
longing, bitterness,
or disappointment.
What will you hold
in this empty cup?
How does it taste?
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Dennis Maloney
Clearing the Stream
New & Selected Poems
1975-2025
yes i will
go up to
the stars
this language
that we are
goes only so far
in peril
of the invisible
quiet running water
yes
i will go up
to the stars
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Abundant Life
New & Selected Poems
Chax Press 2025
Adoration
The afternoon is beautiful and silent.
The white garage lifts like the cloudy pillar
Into the sunlight. The tree rears taller,
Its foliage rufled like a green swan's plumage,
A sudden bird goes skimming through the sky
As noiseless as a fish swims in the sea.
When everything is far and near at once,
Remote as memory and luminous as now,
Till mind is cut adrift and like a web
Shimmering rides the heat waves up and down.
Nothing is half so tenuous as flesh,
Which, on the lightest pretext, steals away
To sleep in the cocoon of summer heat and haze,
When a jay's scream might tumble the brick wall
Next door to slide into the forests of the grass,
The afternoon so beautiful and silent.
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Onions and Roses
Wesleyan University Press, 1968
Pasolini
First, after the spots in the Sun
the twenty-seven holes in the coronal
Then, the meeting in the hotel
with a man in a cape only more discreet Visconti
First, look at the blackened scar
an elbow like a piece of macaroni
Then on the plate
I nearly came while I was looking "No Hands"
First, both ways, crossing the
street to the traffic island
Then a big van painted multicolor
hippie style, a tiger across it The 60s
First, why don't you shave
your filthy face is burnt with oil
Then you could maybe eat
a bit of fruit like maybe, my little guava foreplay
First in the Mezzanine Palace
of the ancestors
Last on my list of like
required reading, get it? Lovecraft
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Padam Padam
Collected Poems
edited by Evan Kennedy & Jason Morris
Nightboat Books 2025