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


". . and I'm trying to hold my stomach in."
April Eiler
There is poison in the words in the rack Shame for me in my proud nation's path Black ink outlining stark murder facts: Invasion, evasion, lies, danger, more lies. If I read the paper I'm gonna die from the amputation of my pride of country If those apartments turned up a television I would sleep and never wake from morbid dreams, what substitutes now for reality. If I catch my toe in a crack sprawl on the concrete and rock of the station pull bleeding gravel from my palm squeeze like a life-line a twisted ankle I come back to my circumsance, I come back to my pain and the cloud of moments that surround it, the testimony of things around me. I note the cement sculpture carrying hearts from Street San Antonio to Alma, minds scurrying along from Town Atherton to Gilroy I hear the singing of the rainbow clinging like a kiss to the rush hour Bezier above the soil where my feet fall. The dirt still feeds this pepper tree. The pepper tree still is a dancing green The rhythm is the transient rain.
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