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Gresham / La Grande [ryanscariano.com]
In Fields of Bloom and Decay
when you unlock your sun cage // the cattle rhyme with my bones / / when husk and seed fall on my blanket / the field begins to fear its…
Bukowski started it, got drunk and picked a fight with John Muir. He didn’t want to fight for any ideological reason—it was just somehow what he…
The Worst Winter Since 1989
For the past three days, // white wind and heavy drifts / have closed the road. / Besieged by ten below, / but there’s enough to eat / and…
If only you could choose / to feel deeply. Since you cannot, / I will feel deeply for us both. / I will bury our hundred summers / in a hole…
Heavenly father and mother, sister and brother, / O great and wise aunt and laughing uncle, / thank you for bringing us to your table. / …
The upstairs neighbor, / Mohamed, welcomed me / when I moved into the building. / Maqluba, kabsa, kanafeh. / Mohamed upstairs / in that…
Where is Aims, Oregon?
(for Nate) // / it’s beside the culvert // where the mossy gnome lives / where the watershed daughters / hunt for earthworms under / the…
The snow whispers a lesson / in letting go. The leaves / are shouting / from brown and gold / to green and greener. They fall / clear up…
The Old Country
When they trepanned me I saw blue, green, yellow, / and violet over the gray hill, past the river of history beating / enormous and copper....
She’s washing Mason jars, cutting dill, / scrubbing cucumbers, bringing the brine / to a boil. It’s a process. A short season’s / worth of…
Black Friday Night
My jade plant start loves the logic / of streetlamps. She wants to prosper, / to grow under the moonlight. / She wants to shine off the gleam /…
It Oughta Come With Bread and a Few Wet…
Am I right / Did you just glimpse the end of the world / The dish best served hot / Wet and slick in my used condo / You may taste it / Oh I’d…
The Kids’ Names
Right now, I got my shit together. But the rest of the time, / I hardly know what day it is, can’t play my bills, can’t / peep my…
Ready for a Drink
Pulled your golden thread, not to hinder, / but to follow. / Now with all the stupid shit I’ve said and done, / already I hope / you haven’t…
My Love is a Colorful Manifesto
At its purest, my love is a weed centered in your backyard. / It fractally unfurls green arms and shouts all its bright yellow / at your sun. On…
Pacific Northwest Head-Stash Poem
(to be incanted with teary eyes) / / Soak me, green me, puddle me in / wool caps and coffee. Spark me in / cold daybreak sunshine, dew me with…
Subscribed by ryan scariano
(after Basquiat) / / * // Words scrawled over / older paint dig down / through canvas / in pursuit of birth / and before. Whether // a…
late December, 2016 // Now’s news begins with babies on the way. Just one’s inside me, but another’s ascending to the throne our nation prides…
I meet a man in my backyard at dusk / He wears a trench coat like a husk / No one would ever believe my luck! // / Masked, headless, hopeful /…
Ten (Three Variations)
The yellow-striped garden spider busy wrapping bees. / A used condom half buried in the corn plot. / The man on the roof unfurls his tape measure....
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