This week Sapling talks with Jim Thompson, Cacti Fur. * Sapling: What should people know who may not be familiar with Cacti Fur? JT: We have an aesthetic and you do too. Sometimes ours match and it’s cool. Sapling: How did your name come about? JT: We are in Southern New Mexico where there is lots and lots […]
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Trust this young pair of lips
professing what only
a page should learn
I’m a phdiddleedee
Full of lala
Inhaling your blahbla
I’ll be your puppet
if you suck it
I’m looking for
There’s no pill for you
The names of the body
parts you’re looking for
I need to do an independent study
I can keep a secret
are by appointment only
Today began with vaping
and ended with the professor
I’m property of the graduate department
Return if lost
Run if lost
Merry, merry Christmas!
Grad school is delicious
May experience loss of people
May experience loss of self
May experience loss of language
Unspeaking of language
No such end
No such thing
against your office wall
And it’s hard to swallow
with your brains in me
in your mouth
a blunt flinging attention
’til you cranberry
And it’s the lovefest of the year
Coming ’til we’re dust
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Sulphur or Wood
It’s the first thing upon waking:
The outline of your loss
Like a bare sun in the morning trees.
Before you can even recall specifics
The longing hits you, cold and absolute.
Your own name, still lost in the dark
Of sleep, yet this feeling rising
Through your body
Like a rage or sickness.
It’s the kind of thing you feel
When you realize the best of days
Have passed before you, and you
Missed the music.
Regret so palpable, you can call it
Sulphur or wood.
The simplest of news holds no richness
Against the fiber of this grief.
It moves through your life
Until the world is full of ghosts
It burns for no other reason
Than for the love of ashes.
Something in you so quietly razed
That no one at the kitchen table
Can see the chilled fire
Eating at your eyes.
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At The End Of The Affair
That it should end in an Albert Pick hotel
with the air conditioner gasping like a carp
and the bathroom tap plucking its one-string harp
and the sourmash bond half gone in the open bottle,
that it should end in this stubborn disarray
of stockings and car keys and suitcases,
all the unfoldings that came forth yesterday
now crammed back to overflow their spaces,
considering the hairsbreadth accident of touch
the nightcap leads to-how it protracts
the burst of colors, the sweetgrass of two tongues,
then turns the lock in Hilton or in Sheraton,
in Marriott or Holiday Inn for such
a man and woman-bearing in mind these facts,
better to break glass, sop with towels, tear
snapshots up, pour whiskey down the drain
than reach and tangle in the same old snare
saying the little lies again.
This poem appeared in the 1973 anthology Contemporary Poetry in America , edited by Miller Williams.
If you dig Maxine Kumin, check out her newly released memoir The Pawnbroker’s Daughter.
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Water breaks for Terns and Petrels
diving to an unknown thing,
then up from water into air –
with no clumsy shaking or annoyance –
for them this is life and as easy as the atmosphere.
I saw a little grey sparrow land on a fence
when I arrived at a place I promised I’d be.
My car hummed,
and everything was humming,
and everything was noise.
We are just noise to everything.
Ahead, two crows pecked at grass, at seemingly nothing,
and feasted on worms and fleas
ignored. We toss simple things
away, we’ve thrown up
our hands to more food than could feed
countries full of children.
There is no flight enough to make us
comfortable with the animals we are.
There is nothing enough to make us the birds
we could be.
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This Thursday (July 2) at Bookworks in Albuquerque, catch a reading by some of our friends from Grandma Moses Press: the Beatlick Sisters, Tim Staley, Joaquin Fore, and Katrina Guarascio. Fun starts at 7 pm! More info here.
Also on Thursday at Bookworks, Grandma Moses is releasing Antionette Nena Villamil‘s chapbook God Damned Mouth. Check out some of her work on Cacti Fur here and here.
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