David Roderick

Poetry

“Ars Poetica” by David Roderick

10 October 2014 on Poetry

Spool through white and quarters,                 eighths. While all the while.                            The lure of idyll as if scotched. Cold rows.                             Fool again: ice, cut glass,               a...

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“Afternoons on Utopia Parkway” by David Roderick

10 October 2014 on Poetry

                              Joseph Cornell   Who’s the crow pecking through all that stuff? Sort of parasitic eyebrows, electric bones in his face. Down the cricket stairway to the basement he leaves...

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“Manhattan, A-Train, 5pm” by David Roderick

10 October 2014 on Poetry

Maybe the prophet’s right              when he says someone sits                           in judge of us— This here Babylon.              We walkin’ in blood.              Maybe he’s right                                        about me and every smartphone teen, the...

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