Author Archives: aidarends

Richard Prince famous thief was born in the Panama Canal Zone Famous pilfered poet plot of land made the subject of demands time and time again by North American hands they fan the flames of war and don’t even know it Assemblage of stolen opportunities Moments memorialized by absence I share my horoscope with aContinue reading “Panama Zone Canal Blues”

they traipsed the beaches in search of a somewhat elusive bird that hid in the hottest parts of the sand nested and left no trace not even feather-beak residue what they did know: the birds had been present the sand was hottest by the estuary they could not stand there for more than “fifteen seconds!”Continue reading “story fragment”

i live near the western gate western gate western gate i live near the western gate where souls depart this earth

‪bad habits:‬ ‪i write ‬ ‪my poems ‬ ‪in 4/4 time‬

musicians and their teachers: musicians, and their teachers, musicians and their teachers! musicians and their teachers the mamas & the papas who feed and love the musicians and their teachers the miracles that make musicians and their teachers say aren’t you glad u learnt yr scales yr rounds & bach chorales long tones listen toContinue reading “musicians and their teachers”

ntozake and jessica holding hands draping their lovers each other in satin don’t need it to be true to be real don’t need it to be wrong either just need it

exchange the cat was cop-watching and the cop was cat-watching Black cat fast cat bad kitty prettyprettyprettypretty it’s 20 years past the millennium the pope can still give a kick like an old spaniard ship dope across the atlantic and there’s water on the moon! and we own it and we drink it and bottleContinue reading “exchange”

y y y must i only be concerned for those in my country, we do things differently in my four corners my border? y y y my block my home my body my bone y y y There are a billion women inside my body and all of them look like me. There are aContinue reading “y y y”

how alike we are but could not prove it to you because even if we met it would not be enuf only time fuses us never got that time and so resigned to it (now) I once believed in fate, but (now) I believe in it more. Contingency. Fact is, you’re not in control whatContinue reading “Untitled Ambiguous Poem”

My professor vibed me out While I was trying to avoid the truth Of the matter of the mass Of smoking grass on Sunday afternoon For Pedro drunken poet of my dreams Who wrapped his words in wisdom painful alcoholism The drunkard’s final words were: Go get me some wine while yr at it DecantedContinue reading “Poem In Honor of Pedro Pietri”