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Gian Lombardo
Gian Lombardo has had
two collections of prose poems, Sky Open Again (1997) and
Standing Room (1989), published by Dolphin-Moon Press in
Baltimore. Dolphin-Moon also published a collection of his poems and
translations, Between Islands, in 1984. He has two new
collections of prose poetry coming out this year — Who Lets Go
First, based on the I Ching, from Swamp Press, and Of All The
Corners To Forget, from Meeting Eyes Bindery. He directs Quale
Press and is currently Publisher-in-Residence, teaching in Emerson
College’s Writing, Literature and Publishing Department. He lives in
western Massachusetts where he also tends a small orchard and makes
wine from grapes grown on his property.
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Petal to the
Metal
Aluminum’s jealous of lead. The
malleability. The heaviness.
But then gold’s envious of aluminum. It’s almost everywhere, nearly as
common as flies. Gold wants to be held by the many, not the few.
(But we won’t venture onto an analysis of gold’s leanings to
satyriasis.)
Will gold and lead ally against aluminum? The dross and the pure, as it
were.
Is this a modern fairy tale (or alchemist’s wet dream) or what? Lead
knocking on gold’s door, bearing chocolates. . . Gold answering the
door, arms full of flowers. . .
Not Want Get What
Brushed across forehead. Minor reprieve from asking. Wish list: rain
after drought, doughnuts before confession, sprinkle of rumor slightly
on rabbit’s ears. All in reception.
Far from gestation, moved by another locale. Gather strangers here.
Welcome market commodity. By the barrel. Grass by any other song as
sweet as hair on fire.
Not in the back nor in the wrist a manner holds sway. One two three no
four inclement dance. First accent then beware of gift without mouth.
Poems © Gian Lombardo 2004. All
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