It was just a jellyfish
floating in the murk,
but I couldn’t unsee
a galaxy.
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Day 28 #NaPoWriMo
Monthly Archives: April 2017
I ripped a new rille
I ripped a new rille
in the Ocean of Storms.
Forgive me.
I didn’t realize
the Moon was that fragile.
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Day 27 #NaPoWriMo
Blue Rooster
First in London
then in DC
the rooster crows
its Klein Blue warning.
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Day 26 #NaPoWriMo (Katharina Fritsch, “Hahn/Cock”)
They found music everywhere
They found music everywhere
when Satie died:
in his coat pockets,
in the piano.
I slip a poem between books
for later.
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Day 24 #NaPoWriMo
The moth I trapped
The moth I trapped
in the dishwasher
bursts out & flutter-crawls
to my ear & spills the secrets
of the underworld.
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Day 23 #NaPoWriMo
I blow at the speck of dust
I blow at the speck of dust
on my screen,
but it stays there
near Saturn’s rings:
Earth.
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Day 20 #NaPoWriMo #Cassini
From a distance
From a distance
uniform black
on the restored Rothko
but close up
the buckles and cracks
of Europa.
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Day 19 #NaPoWriMo
I still remember
I still remember the passenger’s hand
drooped out the window
like Death of Marat
while we waited in traffic
on I-95.
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Day 19 #NaPoWriMo
First firefly
First firefly
lights the upper floor
of a tree–
reminder that I forgot
to sketch the skyline.
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#Napowrimo Day 16
Street artist sketches an eye
Street artist sketches an eye,
first glint of a portrait.
Rembrandt’s late self-portrait
leaves me weeping.
It’s the eyes.
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#NaPoWriMo Day 15