Poet Tree

It's not that it can't retrieve It has to ask permission, Plead my case to know So my reality won't be punctured Beyond what I ...

The journey's end, some subdivision Called Trail Head, where the aspens quake Like poplars did in my spring, by earlier Rivers, luminesc...

When the mothers all had Winston lips There were shadows, of trigger impatience, The angel trumpet judgement pose  Where mind overrides spir...

Bunker Hill is haunted as Fuck, The underground levels Of homelessness And iridescent blue petroleum pools Where the molecules move In shimm...

They ask "permission to come aboard" before They commandeer the ship -- judge and then Experience what you've judged, if not w...

The last veil open at the gate The entire universe is afraid of you Human. Look how They have already  Fractionated you.

The sound of the voice creates things.  It can. It does. The Trabuco crystals underground twist the live  Oak trunks. Every second a new ion...

Who is the agent talking to, when it explains itself Before answering me, as if to high command? Who am I talking to when I excoriate myself...

How can you love another When there is no other? It's hard to discern at least Like a dog does, without judgment, The love of your highe...

Electric bike wheelies By crepe myrtles The new craze The old crazes I have reorganized So they make sense at last The history could be Comp...

One Governor Sterling of Texas In 1931 brought the Texas  And the National Guard to the Largest oilfield America and certainly Texas had eve...

Nelly Larson was at my vibrational boundary Writing her aloneness, before she turned Alone to stone on me, while Zora continued on, Seeing b...

I no longer have to be  Every human who's ever been born, Because I am every Human who's ever been born. Pinoy cuisine by Shoreline ...

Cones everywhere, you have to have the tools For the war zone, the bazooka in your poncho, For a pressure shot that presents itself continua...

Even though you're innocent  You still have to have clean hands. And the streets of Lake Forest are immaculate With red, white and blue ...

The hummingbird trills what I need to hear From somewhere up the bottlebrush tree. The heavy fruitfall avocado bounty  Bears the elsewhere w...

The East remembers the past, Recycling what memory Only holds To look at it fresh, New eyes Rising with the sun, Both power and agency, The ...

The eerieness is that it is not A clanging of gears, longing of gong But the song of the whales, Sirians too And an old shortwave that recei...

Another rescue horse put down, I saw it in his eyes. He didn't want to be here, too much Pain on this here Earth grid with its malevolen...

And Brigid is now on the grid Clacking horror that a grown man Wears a brony instead of a St. Christopher it’s Another confluence at the Con...

The horse Runs round and around From the center Where it already is. Carrots like antennae In the hanging ball Twirl around the stall In lat...

Photojo PTSD kicked in again, That China Syndrome chemical spill According to the BBC Five miles away but No one would know it On the ground...

The title continues: Let her be completely unmarked. The heavy, claustrophobic tension here between the desperate urge to be known and the a...

Here's another concise theory, about poetry . My word’s poison that slowly kills. Slowly it eliminates the beautiful. It grinds down and...

The sub-head of this micro philosophy of art translates as "Be glad, so long as there's something to lie about." The overtones...

This darkly comic  critique of the Marilyn mystique finds her conflated, by the eighth sentence, with Sylvia Plath, another public suicide, ...

Another micro-poem poking at the macro-cosm. Now I don't feel like changing Clothes. I don't feel like smiling Back. I had a male gu...

A continuation of yesterday's poem , sort of . Neither beautiful, both magnetic. Why then bother with a horoscope, Wars, the turning of ...

Despite the Hungarian double entendre where "meleg" means both "warm" and "homosexual," the sentiment of losin...

Another Fabó poem about imbalances in relationship dynamics. Empty the room is, and the bed, And you are the one Who resembles me: you Are t...

People are confused by horse owners. Why would someone even? All they can think is the Kentucky Derby, Mint juleps and owning a fine steed T...

Once you find center           it's over,           you are free, Who you really           need to be, yourself a function of           ...

Another Fabó poem where the self, the other, gender and grammar can't be bent enough to writhe out of the trap. Women’s monologues are s...

This one had to be rescued from deep inside the Magyar culture to approach the universal. This woman cute? No I Won’t let that one carry the...

Fabó the linguist subverts gender here in non-gendered Hungarian, but it's for a greater, historical reckoning. I’m nominal female in th...

Fabó  was a master of portraying inward states of isolation in stark, physical terms. A mythic altar where they would be presented, that’s h...

Three more Fabó poems that document the bodily breakdown required for "jewels". Anatomy ​The outlook: a retinal mirror That lost i...

This sounds like a lot of intricate gears grinding to a halt in Hungarian, but in English it's something about language grinding the hea...

The Temptation There is no word for it in Latin, Only the skin remembers the lye And the taste of salt on the other body. Two poles identica...

The newborn, a shiny Frisian, So finely tuned with mom, Tails stroking on the same watch, Deep with the mother's All-knowing gaze Of vig...

A young Arabian Gets in whoever's face she can  Attract To plead for freedom. She turns her neck Like a lasso. Such authenticity Does no...

The Haflinger with the white tail Still sees a point in playing, Chasing the sun, saying hello Instead of playing hard to get With a mournin...

One of Fabó's later poems, ​A kövület reads like an autobiography of someone erased. ​The garden no longer responds. Just the lye vestig...

Fabó here makes the argument that March not April is the cruelest month for the sensitive ones. ​Spring doesn't just come. It breaks the...

Hugh Nguyen is a shoo-in to win With his Proven Leadership In the middle of horse country, A scale model in some ways But in others, it'...

The title poem from her 1988 collection, A herba‑szakértő You insist, you understand herbs from a distance. You're familiar with lethal ...

As other Eastern Europeans celebrated the toppling of walls in the early 90s, Fabó discovered a deeper, more intractable one. The gap betwee...

Dr. Seuss trees are native to this region But the indigenous in caves put the curse on anyway, Even the flightless cormorants -- whose babie...

From the Greek of C.P. Cavafy Age wears my body, tears at my form, Maimed by a cold-blooded blade. I have no fortitude, none whatsoever. I r...

Fabó believed that words trained you to become a slave. A word: not a baud. Small, hungry animals, who attack My flesh, they like to mastica...