Poetry

“Jesus Is Condemned” and “Jesus Meets His Mother”

Jesus Is Condemned I tried to think for half an hour About the face of earthly powers That would condemn a god to die. I listened for its menacing cackles, The crack of whips, the ...

Two Lake poems

A Midnight Dawn When tinkling glass Rang in my ear, I walked the hall Where Chanticleer Had crowed up dawn With crackling mirth, Red feathers flashing From his perch, While from the breach In the ...

At the End of Spring

To Yüan Chēn (A.D. 810) The flower of the pear-tree gathers and turns to fruit; The swallows’ eggs have hatched into young birds. When the Seasons’ changes thus confront the mind What comfort can the ...

Dirge in Woods

A wind sways the pines, And below Not a breath of wild air; Still as the mosses that glow On the flooring and over the lines Of the roots here and there. The pine-tree drops ...

If

If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too: ...

Tying the Knot

We tried the single sheet bend, The double sheet bend, The double eye knot, The sliding overhead knot, The round-turn fishhook tie, The figure eight knot, The half-blood knot, The jansik special, The homer rhode ...

Tributes to Steve Kowit

Steve Kowit, leader among the San Diego poets and editor of the weekly poetry column in the Reader since 2006, passed away in his sleep April 2. The following are among the tributes to Kowit ...

Ode to My Terrible Poem

I loathe you more than a full blown tantrum. More than eating crow with your tongue shoved down my throat. More than hip hop, more than this red thong shimmied up my ass. I’d rather ...

Alarm

I wake to the scream of the fire alarm, like the shock of neon in the dark, stumble into the hall, and see a tongue of light beneath Carmen’s doorway. Throwing the door open, I ...

Brother

It was a kiss on the go, I was leaving. Back to college for the semester. Your cheek rough with acne, the small blond hairs on your chin just sprouting. I didn’t know then how ...

No Second Troy

Why should I blame her that she filled my days With misery, or that she would of late Have taught to ignorant men most violent ways, Or hurled the little streets upon the great, Had ...

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