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January 25th, 2017
Two Collage Ballads

I buy a few months. I try to behave.

January 25th, 2017

Everyone will get one.

Tomorrow. They are tomorrow’s apples,
And they are sweet.

January 25th, 2017
from Melancholy Occurrence

Drawn from coroner’s inquests and newspaper reports from England between the 1770 and 1920 — very much in the spirit of Charles Reznikoff, nothing invented.

October 24th, 2016
A New Limerick, Accompanied by an Essay on the Limerick

The basement has always depressed us.

November 13th, 2015
Three Poems

Injured bone. Blynken and Nod.
Visor your irises, handle with tongs.
We all think the Mandate of Heaven belongs
To him who gets-away-with.

July 12th, 2014
Poems by Tadeusz Różewicz and Ewa Lipska
translated from the Polish by Joanna Trzeciak

Study death. Learn it by heart.
Following to the rules of spelling
dead words.

Spell it together
like commonwealth or toadflax.

Do not split it
among the dead.

March 14th, 2014
Two Sonnets

The wolf prowls the hills, kills what it kills.

September 13th, 2013
Three Poems
By (Johns Hopkins University)

…the black lead of his carpenter’s pencil has been pressed into the paper with tremendous force, far exceeding the demands of the form or the requirements of the shading in that precinct of the image…

April 30th, 2013
Some Passages from Virgil’s Eclogues

That was the day Corydon became Corydon.

October 31st, 2012
To Yield a Body
By (University of Chicago)

It is a facsimile. It is facial angle: European woman. It is stomach simple, similar to a box. It is on either side of inside. It is grapple. It is extracted from lignite and peat. It is worn by women. It is whether with gloves, a moveable roof. It is concerned with whalebone. It is a […]

March 24th, 2012
Spy Poem

     I don’t know how I found you—like
               red dots spread across lines, pages
               before I noticed I
 read them as if I read them—like when turns
       of plot arise
               in shows I watch
 while thinking how I thought them there—

March 24th, 2012
Three Poems

this is the hour
of the small ear
& the sea’s all a case
of minds.  the splotched
ginkgo leaves attest
nothing more than
dogshat sidewalks.

December 21st, 2011
Bazooka, Night Watering, and Admonition for My Children

An aristocratic nature does not like to be constrained
to the fewest syllables. His subjects encompassed
gods and men and horses, all victorious.

October 14th, 2011
Midsummer Zero
By (University of Cambridge)

There is not not anything true here; there is not no thought
whose single attention might burn as the day burns, holding
in flame and in fury to longing, or stuck to the nub
of some one refusal, some stubborn remainder of thought.

September 5th, 2011
My New Asshole

My new asshole’s official candy
is cola-flavored, fish-shaped.

June 1st, 2011
Three Poems
By (Johns Hopkins University)

Nonsite presents new poetry. Three prose poems by Michael Fried: “The Divergence,” “An Essay in Aesthetics,” and “Akhmatova Looks Up.”

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