reflection on Canese Jarboe’s dark acre
https://isacoustic.com/2018/04/04/dark-acre-poems-canese-jarboe/
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person Robyn Brooks, four poems
https://isacoustic.com/2018/04/04/person-robyn-brooks-four-poems/
i.
who
in my absence
will teach
absence
(you are here)
(because an angel
kept
from god
a former
angel’s
dream
ii.
slang
for slang
who
would your movie
mom
quote (you
are here)
cloud / of a doll / in a finger / nail
iii.
it is only
a drop
of blood / she gets
it anyway / the rolling
pin (you are
iv.
here a fox)
with an egg
for a heart
i.
a long-legged owl
its blood
gone to heaven
her shadow
drops everything
ii.
I don’t eat where I eat
iii.
ear-shaped mirrors. junkyard deer
the treehouse oven, the breadlit
moon- so what
he don’t remember
right or left
which hand
shot
his brother, how many
fish
per nightmare
a tadpole
in my mouth
I pin
with my knees
my smallest
brother
our first
kiss
on the cross
of the startled
mime
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some recent things:
[returning]
my angel is a scarecrow in a sleeping bag. heaven a movie theater in spain. she walks that way because she is trying to step on her blood. the boy at the gate is lost and must choose either frankenstein’s childhood or a more diverse nostalgia. orphans on earth smell like bread.
~
[returning]
there are pictures of me sleeping that are responsible for my brother cheating on his diet. apples the shape of going home. sex addicts fighting to direct a musical about the number of people disappearing
to let death
mourn. there is a chair in an open field. a throbbing in the palm of sound’s publisher. a kid under a blanket asking god
when did she know
what perfection
was. a mouth that was a bomb
/ before I had teeth
~
[returning]
with sound
the second language
of absence, with
mother, bible…
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