one’s not half two. It’s two are halves of one:

one’s not half two. It’s two are halves of one:
which halves reintegrating,shall occur
no death and any quantity;but than
all numerable mosts the actual more

minds ignorant of stern miraculous
this every truth-beware of heartless them
(given the scalpel,they dissect a kiss;
or,sold the reason,they undream a dream)

one is the song which fiends and angels sing:
all murdering lies by mortals told make two.
Let liars wilt,repaying life they’re loaned;
we(by a gift called dying born)must grow

deep in dark least ourselves remembering
love only rides his year.
                                           All lose,whole find

e.e. cummings


A Birthday Candle
Thirty today, I sawThe trees flare briefly likeThe candles on a cake,As the sun went down the sky,A momentary flash,Yet there was time to wish.
Happy Birthday, Donald Justice.

A Birthday Candle

Thirty today, I saw
The trees flare briefly like
The candles on a cake,
As the sun went down the sky,
A momentary flash,
Yet there was time to wish.

Happy Birthday, Donald Justice.


New York 
Pablo Neruda reading at the 92 Street Y. 

New York 

Pablo Neruda reading at the 92 Street Y. 


New York
The little black dress of poetry turns 50. 
If not now, when. If now you, who. 

New York

The little black dress of poetry turns 50

If not now, when. If now you, who. 


Portland + Los Angeles
The American poet Norman Dubie says that what gives poetry so much freedom is that no one gets rich off writing it. Passion, and expressive language, drive poems into the world. 
Poetry is unique among artforms because it uses as its medium the building blocks of all communication, and, more or less, the building blocks of thought: language. Poetry uses language to communicate something that is beyond language, which is weird and causes things to be at once both what they are and so very much more than they are. 
At its most minimal, language speaks to us on two levels: it communicates raw info and it communicates contextual feelings and directions about that info. In the 1960s and ’70s, Aram Saroyan was mining this linguistic landscape to much notoriety — and infamy. His poem, “lighght,” exploded the idea of what a poem even is. 
And as the tattoo here illuminates, it’s still exploding ideas right down to the skin. This left hand belongs to another poet, Zachary Schomburg, who writes notes on his hands when he’s not collaborating and touring with musicians and filmmakers and making the sincerest surrealist books since sliced pages.

Portland Los Angeles

The American poet Norman Dubie says that what gives poetry so much freedom is that no one gets rich off writing it. Passion, and expressive language, drive poems into the world. 

Poetry is unique among artforms because it uses as its medium the building blocks of all communication, and, more or less, the building blocks of thought: language. Poetry uses language to communicate something that is beyond language, which is weird and causes things to be at once both what they are and so very much more than they are. 

At its most minimal, language speaks to us on two levels: it communicates raw info and it communicates contextual feelings and directions about that info. In the 1960s and ’70s, Aram Saroyan was mining this linguistic landscape to much notoriety — and infamy. His poem, “lighght,” exploded the idea of what a poem even is. 

And as the tattoo here illuminates, it’s still exploding ideas right down to the skin. This left hand belongs to another poet, Zachary Schomburg, who writes notes on his hands when he’s not collaborating and touring with musicians and filmmakers and making the sincerest surrealist books since sliced pages.


Huntington, Long Island, New York
"We were together. I forget the rest." 
Poppa Whitman, you were the great things of these United States from before they were united. Thanks for being a voice and an example to those of us making our own way. Are you my angel?

Huntington, Long Island, New York

"We were together. I forget the rest."

Poppa Whitman, you were the great things of these United States from before they were united. Thanks for being a voice and an example to those of us making our own way. Are you my angel?


Life loves the liver of it. —Maya Angelou 

Life loves the liver of it. —Maya Angelou 


New York City, 1966

Frank O’Hara, “Having a Coke with You.” 


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