Randy Stark

Bird Count

James Tate. Gary Snyder. Anne Sexton. Sylvia Plath. Frank O’Hara. Lisel Mueller. Galway Kinnell. Weldon Kees. Randall Jarrell. Richard Hugo. Allen Ginsberg. Robert Duncan. James Dickey. Robert Creeley. Gregory Corso. Elizabeth Bishop. John Ashberry.   Tradition is they always depart on a certain date. They straggle in but on a certain date they all leave. […]

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Three Poems

THE WORST IS OVER UP SOUTH   The sky is local red rock cod. On the horizon a dory sparkles Like sandal straps on B Street. The center of the universe Is over there, somewhere.   I’ve had it with playing catch and release . The outcome is more predetermined than pro wrestling And nowhere

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Eucalyptus Buttons

LEARN HOW   Watch this video. Earn $200 cash back.     THAT THING BACK EAST   A lot of employees are angry. They’re blaming it on that thing back east.     HUMMINGBIRDS   The little pigs, Siphoning from the oriole feeder, Not nice hosts to our seasonal visitors.     SIMPLY FOREVER  

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The Littlest Iceberg

MY DORTER IN WORSHINGTON STATE   Gorsh yes.   THE #1 DRY CAT FOOD IN ALBANIA   Boosts capillary resiliancy.   WINTER IN YUCATAN   You don’t have to shovel sunshine!   THE DARKNESS THAT IS HAWAII   Oversized tension. A broken electric heart. Curled up on the rocks. The language of smoke.   SAN

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Two Poems

THERE IS LITERALLY SO MUCH ICE ON THE ROAD   Even after I lost all that weight I’m like I cannot rule out total chaos. He’s all I don’t like your attitude.   Dxed with too much zooming, Dosing in micro, mega or maxi, It drug on for probably three months   But the funniest

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Pocket Guide

BASHAR SAYS WHEN HE COMES TO CALI   He wants to move in.   TRY JESUS   (May be monitored.)   DEAR ME, FAYDRA GULPED   I’m disengaging.   HIS NAME IS CLYDE   Her name is Clementine. The dogs.   SO I TOLD VALDEZ   Ask Tegan.   WHEN HUDSON AND NADIA WERE THERE

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Grief or Butter

The popular imagination informs my work, Knocking on nearly a lifetime, For those of you keeping score at home.   The holy bible sleeps on its side Bookmarked by a receipt from a pharmacy in Dubai And a label off a pint of Makers from back in the day.   We called it tripping. Then

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Two Poems

VIRT   Memorial service at one church, Wedding at another church, Allowing me to scour sinks and toilets, Take meteor showers, Drink whisky sours, Disinfect countertops, mop floors, Sign guest books, send gifts, A pale witness In mid hush On a rainy day. HOLY WEEK, DEVIL WINDS   He felt something bad on Good Friday.

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