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Selected Poems

Proximity

This is something Freud had no idea of, that where there is love, there is no lust connected to the sexual organ, the lust is for looking, the lust is for proximity, the lust is for touching of the hand, the skin, the lust is for the interchange of some cosmic, electrical energy — and it is done, it is accomplished simply by proximity, by the sharing and exchanging of warmth, by the touching of skin to skin, it is done by body warmth, as a child, when it wants to be loved, wants the body warmth of its mother, the skin contact.

How To Keep Love Alive

Learning the proper name for magic; laughing at each other’s faults; finding meaning daily, providing reasons for waking every dawn

Ca Dao Vietnam

Vietnamese Folk Poetry | Story Poem

Telling The Truth

An unannounced visit, a four-year-old makeup artist, a dead parrot

Generations

Washing Dishes

In group homes, in the creek, with passive-aggressive breakage

Adding On

Wondering Jew

Descent Into Brotherland

Now I’ve visited okie in the brig before, I’ve visited okie in the psychiatric wards, and I’ve visited okie in the oklahoma jail, and I’ve talked to the lawyers and jail wardens and policemen and psychiatric boards and judges. So I’m only a little bit nervous about talking to this va psychiatrist about okie’s va check which hasn’t been coming for the right amount of disability since he got out of jail.