Poetry from Patrick Sweeney

odyssey of glee and throb    leaving behind stones









our Lady of Akita    violating the laws of physics









mugwort fulfilling its destiny in a cinder strewn lot









bazooka deaf    Uncle Jimmy rolled dead cats under his tongue









offering rhubarb to the woman from another world









tzimtzum    in the breakdown lane of the Cosmos









it's like asking if the Comet Moth will live through the winter









all this way to find a snowflake in the hair of the girl made of stone









she soaks whelk shells as I write in Prussian blue









they're all asleep while I'm running water   running water   running water









after the Chelyabinsk meteor I was back listening to Yes









nearing Mount Unzen I point to where the ropeway should be









this morning I'm dealing with the rapid dialect of sparrows









beginning to understand Ugarte's need for the letters of transit









leaning on a bolt of dyed cloth the Ryukyuan girl checks her messages