CITY OF DAY For Alfred Arteaga Day and the presence of day Unlike its positive White and the presence of content Like its nemesis and incomplete waste Released to stitch together The feet In the light of midnight Much later Morning Outside the city of encounters and The malice of encounters In the …
I dreamed I killed a seal last night I dreamed I killed a seal last night. I sat in my umiak my muluks in two inches of water and my hands high above my head. Harpoon in my hands I asked him politely if we may eat him. I wrapped my parka close against me …
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Consecrated Offering (for Joseph Beckles) steel ripens into bird of paradise April smelted from gifts in the periodic table & sweat soaking a master drummer’s forearms insinuating tambourine stitches single dancers into a circle hissing with the alchemy of unlocking shackles shivering in the friction of transformation iron into sequin slavery into jewelry forged from …
