My first cinepoem from White Stockings

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Epiphytes

1.

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Mother mouthed you from a

rye-eyed linen bloom,

borne & bored on a rapeseed bed

(insert the “gendering” of responsible action)

there you were, in your grandmother’s slip,

your very ancient DNA from a

haplogroup of Neolithic proportion,

(I believe you came red-gluten-cotton,

sucking faux-fiber, taut meat

suffocation between teeth)

Mother Earth pinned to your breast

like homework (“C+” “D-”)

reinforcing your synthetic value,

your counterfeit blood & bones

pneumatic token, a digital tempest,

fake breath, alternative girl.

She shaped you, made

hands from paws

hoofs to jaws

sludge to goldleaf replica.

Mother mouthed us false:

the atrophied stars—

gasping fish

drowning

in warped air.

 

2.

Is it homogametic to save us
(address poetically our planet)

Amazon rams new, national identity

Transparent new brand:

risk-taker,

trailblazer,

innovator,

weaponizer,

soothsayer

You don’t speak

filthy girl

speak English

my clan tongue

casted a dozen swords

welcome to my deep state

They’ll find you,

Whole Food kill you,

stake claim to

land & animal.

They’ll give you dense

history pebbles:

& say, “swallow these.”

You won’t float.

 

3.

No risk

no reward

No sustainable

action

See “Currency”

See “Insignificance”

See “multiple habitable planets”

 

Red eye.

Blue note.

Yellow belly.

Green revolution.

The point of the monologue:

reinforce quo, ego

Earth is oily

Earth is classified

Earth is special

Citizen assigns significance

scope & sphere                 immediately tangible

See “the horizon”

water is lamina

existence dear

yet disposable

consumable
bills (from tree flesh)

coins (from mineral/alloy/rock)

yet for years

no gold in Fort Knox

to back our debt.

 

 

3.

Automated authenticity

token oxygen

pumped in;

casino keeps

natives

awake

keeps

humans

enjoy risk

symbol          sign

enables us

to avoid

authenticity;

consequence

a void.

Devaluation

civilization.

Disconnect

your genes

from me.

Worms burrow

subterranean.

Think of the clover mite,

so micro red; my mother

so tiny in the Brazil heat.

That’s how I see her now.

 

 

4.

Water is lamina — rust, moss, & rot.

Wood anemone plus globeflower equals sex

power: source your senses from fluids.

The Bear staged Eagle’s extinction.

No time to write to your phantoms in uniform.

Unmask each night & investigate

weathervanes for bad bearings.

Keep watch for duplicitous foxes,

seeking eyes in the bottom of your wineglass,

maps that isolate themselves.

As the photo studio burns,

children howl from having to sit still

too long, grabbing their forcefields,

becoming rinds of mother & daughter & son

dying in an organized fashion.

 

 

Epiphytes are plants that live upon other trees without actually causing them any harm

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I’m raising money to rent space at the Music Box Theatre to screen this timely and phenomenal documentary everyone should see: THE MASTER PLAN

This investigative documentary film explores the methods through which Russia influences the domestic policy of the Baltic States – by dividing the local community, promoting nostalgia for the Soviet Union and dismissing the recovered independence of the Baltic States.

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dir. Juris Pakalniņš, 52′, Latvia/Lithuania/Estonia, 2016
Production company: Mistrus Media |  www.mistrusmedia.lv

In Co-production with Monoklis (Lithuania), Allfilm (Estonia)

Supported by
National Film Centre of Latvia
State Culture Capital Foundation
Lithuanian Film Centre
Creative Europe programme of the European Union
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Poems in the Vilnius Review!

I’m very honored to be published in the Vilnius Review this month!

The editor—Marius Burokas—was recently interviewed in a local Lithuanian arts and culture newspaper, Bernardinai, mentioning the growing desire of poets and writers in the diaspora to bridge the gap with their native counterparts. Marius was kind enough to mention me as one the poets in the US and Canada who seek to participate in future Lithuanian-sponsored book fairs and readings.