Instead of using the staircase,
risk the tendrilled stalks of ivy
and drop into the muddy copse below.
Your great grandfathers understood mud
March 12, 2014 | 3:54 pm
Somewhere the jaded go
in search of authentic
experience — code
for poverty and bright beads.
I do not need the famed liquor
to convince me of essential
Here, the first synagogue
in the Americas: yellow
in the Punda part of town.
Floors of sand as they had
in Spain and Portugal to muffle
the sounds of worship.
Patty Seyburn’s fourth collection of poems, “Perfecta,” is forthcoming from What Books Press in 2014. She is an associate professor at California State University, Long Beach.
March 5, 2014 | 11:41 am
February 12, 2014 | 4:01 pm
Answers the size of silence. Tall as tidal winds. The fracture of letters and numbers pulled like wool up to my chin. Grid the knowable world from the...
January 31, 2014 | 10:54 am
January 23, 2014 | 3:04 pm
The Theory of Flawed Design is not a scientifically proven
Alternative to evolution. It is based on the everyday life
Experience that natural...
January 16, 2014 | 2:11 pm
Two eyes, one nose, one mouth, and what could be
more perfect? Maybe the small fraction of
a smile she aims at his glance secretly
across the table,...
December 19, 2013 | 12:00 pm
Inside the yeshiva he’s busy naming things
while I, like Eve, watch the smallest movements
in the world — grass bending as if it aches,
a bird that...
December 12, 2013 | 12:59 pm
This old man in the armchair’s plush embrace
waits for his thoughts to settle. He is not
my grandfather despite the wrinkled face,