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Communicating with Your Dead: An Interview with Sam Roxas-Chua

"I've always been interested in the invisible poem. When a poem is finished, what is the undercurrent? What is it still trying to say?"


Poetry, Fiction, & Nonfiction   

Two Poems: The Town & Home

Is it really warranted, for you to bring a gun to New York, city of high achievement? Thoughtless we both stood, me, trying to talk you down from taking an overdose of cerulean powder, you, intent on ingesting a headlamp so you could witness the inner beatings of your gut.

Duplicate of Artificial Flower Garden

excuse me this chambray tie / this cummerbund, these plain chops, / these dull lips. I’ve no guilt for gild's sake.

Oiseaux Tristes

It takes one hand to imitate : the unabashed kidsfucking in their car : a bird on piano : near a spur linein the woods : but you hear a flock : j told…

Moriah

In 1828 certain men of this village climbed to the peak of Mount Isaac to eat the yolk of the great roc's egg. Yet the savage bird came upon them...

From the Archives

New: Now Contains Zinc

Artist friend of mine works part-time at a store that sells Red Rooster pills to any guy who thinks he needs a “male sexual performance booster” or any gal who wants a 60-tab bottle of that reliable blend of proven herbal supplements,

Casanova

When you greeted each other / your palms / like embers in cigarette stubs / red and hot / showed from your sleeves

3 Poems

Elsewhere, some later year, I’ll try to be good. Today I don’t care.

Oh, How Vital They Are to This World

And there they are, two little boys, Jacob with his face scrunched in agony, and tears and a nub of his finger on the floor near the closet...

From the Blog

MASS CULTURE AND THE AMERICAN POET:
THE POEM AS VACCINATION

I once drove around southwest Arizona with a photographer named Pedro, from Mexico City. His specialty was making ethnographic forays into North America,…

Travels with Steve, and Good Writing

My old friend and former teacher Steve Orlen and I walked many miles together along the wide avenues of Tucson, Arizona. Our promenades usually took place…