Thursday, January 18, 2018

a meteor over Michigan
I saw it
bright bilge
break apart
sink


shipwrecked
pieces of it
on the earth
under the sky

Wednesday, January 17, 2018

chuck close
can't remember faces

paralyzed
neck down
hungry

he's  spent
years
feeding
young women
to
his
ghosts

can't remember their faces

likes to play
with his food
say
pussy
or
touch
lightly
like
a

but can't remember their faces

he's
left them
stunned

those
delicious
girls












write poems
some
come
to teach you


Monday, January 15, 2018




alphabets
reassemble as
an island
or
a continent

without us
they ask
how can
you know
anything?


Eridanus

has changed direction
place
on earth

in the sky
always lies
(in the north)
south

up near Orion's
Rigel
begin to

slip
loping
down

around
its mouth
enter

(under earth)

far
Achenar
where

(burnt hair)
my
son's
buried







     © Stephanie Longo 2018



three days in january

Thursday


It's fifty,
mild,

waning crescent.


I have soap

tea

a warm bed.


Saturday


Wind chill?
Minus twelve.


The morning sun!


I walk 1.4 miles

remove my shoes,

dance.


Monday


It's twenty-one,
snowing,

new moon.


A King's birthday!


I have coffee,

boots

poems.





Wednesday, January 10, 2018