by Maxima Kahn | Dec 18, 2015 | Poems
Autumn has put on its brittle shell, or taken off. Half-naked and too skinny in a rust-colored negligee, the oaks striptease to the high ice-music of the shifting pallor of the sky. The photograph captures an instant, the story captures a thread. Nothing’s... by Maxima Kahn | Nov 23, 2015 | Poems
Already late October and where did September go? In the garden crocuses push up through the leaf fall. Everything’s confused here. It’s California, caught in weird, autumnal thrall. California, like a page thumbed open, exposed to weathers, like a recitation of... by Maxima Kahn | Nov 23, 2015 | Poems
1 a space of partial illumination (as in an eclipse) between the perfect shadow on all sides and the full light 2 a surrounding or adjoining region in which something exists in a lesser degree: fringe maybe we had been talking about this a long time, the sky growing... by Maxima Kahn | Nov 23, 2015 | Poems
to love is pearl medicine terrifying transformation oozing grit and spit unwinding to original aura to love is unveiled garbage poems in the furrows a restless gypsy at the crossroads earthward and earth bound hardest homecoming a house with the dirt... by Maxima Kahn | Nov 23, 2015 | Poems
this morning my body wrapped like a cord like something caving in on itself the little stone in my chest knocking in its cavity and though the sun strikes white-gold on the evergreens and a man on the radio mentions the Academy of St. Martin in the Fields, and... by Maxima Kahn | Nov 20, 2015 | Poems
Tonight for a few moments i was a pillar of fire i could hold my own even if a whole city was burning but driving home in the car suddenly a tidal wave knowing for the first time how much i love you and not knowing in which pocket to carry such knowledge...