Poetry

Yinglossia

— A thru B —
to escape the perpetual torments inflicted upon it
the dybbuk-tongue seeks refuge in a garbled mouth… 

(A)
My chronic itch
may it bring health upon our navel

for small favors
w/ minor fortunes
& big …

Poetry

Philadelphia 

1

Waist-up in ruins

of a house with its roof
removed, our heads touched
the sky, off-center,
where birds flew
the black
of their backs
gave proof
of bellies’
white concealment.

2

In slow mosaic motion

with a mouth full …

Poetry

River & Clock 

for Zali Gurevitch

1
In arranging
the particulars
there are
things you
forget to
re-collect:
two hands
of a clock
are two rock feet
in a river
the water
moves around
the moments
(remembering
themselves)
occur
arranging
from the edges…