1. Awareness of Joy
  2. Birds at Recess
  3. The Call Back
  4. A poem to commemorate dennis's road rash, broken rib, concussion and the bruising of his fourth cranial nerve
  5. Oakland Is Burning
  6. Finding Paul's Marker
  7. Freeway
  8. Carolton
  9. Grief in a Dry September
  10. A Headache on Tuesday, February 26, 2002
  11. heaven
  12. A Hillside Pond in the Rain
  13. Hoarder
  14. L.O.F. (In Her Door)
  15. Intersection
  16. Iporaõ 1960
  17. A Janitor on Hansen Way
  18. laundry
  19. Lucy in the Streets with Ashes
  20. The Man in Blue
  21. When the Morning Air was Cold
  22. Night Stand
  23. objectification
  24. (Quoting Emily Dickenson)
  25. Racoon Eyes
  26. Red Lips
  27. Reflections on a dislocation
  28. The Runway
  29. sails
  30. San Antonio Station, January 3, 2005, 4 Pm
  31. Scene Report
  32. Shark Teeth
  33. Prayer for an Old Woman
  34. Encounter in an Unfinished Room
  35. Y Sovendo Morréu com Raiva
  36. On the Strand
  37. Tethered
  38. Before the Beast
  39. The Ties that Bind
  40. Viewing Bald Eagles
  41. Voyeur
  42. What I Learned on Summer Vacation
  43. What I Learned on Summer Vacation
  44. Without You
  45. Love Poem to You Written on a Mountain
  46. Your Tongue is Soft and Your Teeth Slide in Easy


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In the streets outside my walls
Through the city of the silenced cathedral
Women sport flower shaped scars
The last gifts of blasted kimonos.
The air of this valley
Is a lens held by the camera of God
That inspects me,
That inspects you,
That inspects the women,
Their children,
Their men
That cups us in the hand of God
Some to perish naked in the light.
I have become addicted to "I Love Lucy"
So that I am glued to the floor of my dingy space by the CRT
Which is pregnant with Lucy and shadows of Lucy
That fission like amoebas around her,
That dance around her like polliwogs in a Todtentanz on a slide
So that snow of their tracks splotches Lucy,
So that fallout peppers Lucy's silhouette to ash,
So that Lucy's voice is the hiss of my tinitis.
I keep hoping that a coat hanger on the rabbit ears will improve my perception
But I must wear tinfoil on my head to filter out unwanted alien speech
Even after the plane flies on by.

The pilot has gone out on the stove,
Its black is quiet: hissing, spitting, whispering.
The horrible Frigidaire sparks.

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Stephen Riddle,
November 5, 2001

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