Federico Garcia Lorca, translated by Sarah Arvio – [To find a kiss of yours]
To find a kiss of yours
what would I give
A kiss that strayed from your lips
dead to love
Stephen Derwent Partington – The Grey Mousebirds
Sometimes, as you stand there-they are that much
unafraid—a flitting mousebird snaps a desert date’s
dry neck. You’ll hear it plummet to the rain-forsaken deck,
then stand like those who spy a crime yet freeze, inactive,
No other word will do. For that’s what it was. Gravy.
Gravy, these past ten years.
Alive, sober, working, loving and
being loved by a good woman. Eleven years
Ange Mlinko – Milkweed
It’s August. Loosely we follow the arc
****of the monarch.
A pilgrimage north, a pivot, a retorno.
MONTREAL, where the earring on a bough
is genuine chrysalis. Bon courage!
The milkweed it’s fed on renders it
poison. In lieu of camouflage.