Mina La Verdad de Un Artista
Truth of an Artist, strange name for a mine.
It´s hard to reach. Nobody wants you there.

No Poem Is the Only Poem. No Story Is the Only Story. No Kings.
Mina La Verdad de Un Artista
Truth of an Artist, strange name for a mine.
It´s hard to reach. Nobody wants you there.
Advice to Ripen Her Words
Reading no absolutist treatise has convinced her.
Days of relative good occur: no carpenter ants
in the sill; no too soft fruit on grocery shelves;
no June losing streak to end the pennant hope;
no overt faults crumbling at continental edges.
Actualization
The need for desacralizing unfolds. Our gods
never cease to fail us, some even after death.
[author] [author_image timthumb=’on’][/author_image] [author_info]Stanley Kaplan has published poetry and flash in a number of journals including Onthebus, Convergence, Chiron and JuxtaProse. He paints as well a writes. He is the Recipient of a Pollock-Krasner Foundation grant.[/author_info] [/author]
Anniversary
If your death were human,
it would have turned adult
yesterday, and I missed
the occasion. Downwind
from your memory,
I revoke the small sentiments
that flatter and stamp
my estimation of you.
Every morning I continue my evening prayer
and then I scatter myself like a trunk cut off by the hands
of a blind and crazy slave in several pieces,
which carry in their yellow sap the smell of the earth.