Thơ Mỹ – một thời đáng nhớ (kỳ 36): Gregg Dotoli và Biill Wolak
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Khế Iêm AFTER LEARNING after learning the hard way that her tenth consecutive boyfriend was an ugly drunk
Khế Iêm CUBE “Don’t you dare!” I told Picasso but he went ahead and did it anyway; I immediately felt my nose…
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Khế Iêm ELEMENTS (FOR CLAIRE) With the sea tumbling over rocks, and a certain wildness in the seagull’s call, I am brought to…
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Khế Iêm I MARRIED A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN I married a beautiful woman, and at night the stars fight the ambient light, in order…
Khế Iêm TWELVE I was twelve when I murdered for silence. The senile hero from number nine trained me to shoot straight.
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Khế Iêm HOOKERS ON ARCHER AVENUE Late evening, early morning, I search the night for whores, young and bloody with desires. The…
Khế Iêm I KNOW FROM MY BED Sometimes I feel like a sad sack – a worn out old man with clown facial…
Khế Iêm GIANTS she could not wake me as I dreamt of tall poets their shoulders out of reach
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Khế Iêm THE BALLAD OF JESUS ORTIZ Jake’s family were vaqueros. They worked the cattle drives Down from Montana to market. They did…
Khế Iêm THE PRESENT The present that you gave me months ago is still unopened by our bed, sealed in its rich blue…
Khế Iêm THE APPLE ORCHARD You won’t remember it – the apple orchard We wandered through one April afternoon, Climbing the hill…
Khế Iêm “The Ballad of Jesus Ortiz” describes the life and death of my great-grandfather. Every name, place, and significant event in the poem…
Khế Iêm BEWARE OF THINGS IN DUPLICATE Beware of things in duplicate: a set of knives, the cufflinks in a drawer, the dice,…