June 20, 1942, in Inglewood, Calif., ~ 2025
daydreaming w/ Bob Arnold
Weather Vane
If only I had one,
I'd keep it for a pet.
Let it perch on the roof
tethered in the wind,
warbling a tinny,
whirring song.
Let the body of the house
sag beneath its talons,
go limp as it lifts,
it and us up — up.
Gilded bird,
crowing at midnight,
pecking at the grain
of stars.
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Elaine Equi
Out of the Blank
Coffee House Press, 2025
NIMS PURJA CLIMBED THE FOURTEEN EIGHT-THOUSANDERS IN THE WORLD
IN SIX MONTHS AND SIX DAYS
Norton 2025
Language is damaged when demands to stop killing civilians are 'antisematic', when an army that dehumanizes its enemies is 'moral', when an enterprise of obliteration is a 'riposte', when a military operation openly conducted against Palestinian civilians is the 'Israel-Hamas war'. Thinking is suffocated when debates are prevented, lectures banned and exhibitions cancelled, when the police enter institutions of higher education and prosecutors are imposed to ensure orthodoxy. An oppressive atmosphere of suspicion and accusation has endangered freedom of speech.
— Didier Fassin
Verso, 2025
from Pink Dust
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I shovel a path
from the porch to the truck
and another around the house
to the back door, stopping
to see if I'm one
of those geezers
who have heart attacks
while shoveling snow,
and when I'm finished
I'm not. Look
at all that snow out there
going down the hill
as far as the eye can see.
=
In my sleep I caressed you
and when I woke up
I caressed the memory
of the dream.
I never caressed you
in "real life."
I never even wanted to
though I was close
to liking the idea of caressing you.
If I had caressed you
I would remember it,
which is what I did last night.
=
I almost feel sorry
for the human thumb,
off to the side, alone,
and not looking much like
its four nrothers and sisters—
the real fingers.
They invite the thumb
to help them when they need it,
but otherwise keep their distance.
Just across the way, though,
there's another thumb.
In the old days
the two used to twiddle.
Now they're happy enough
just knowing they're both there.
=
It's satisfying to eat
exactly the right amount
of, say, French toast
and then stop,
for you have just
achieved a moral victory
in the middle
of the flow of time,
and though it slows away,
this victory,
you have its aftertaste,
along with butter
and genuine Vermont maple syrup
from a tree not far down the road.
=
A haiku went up into a tree
and sat there on a limb
it had just made up.
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Ron Padgett
Pink Dust
New York Review of Books, 2025