Posts tagged ‘keith ekiss’

Saturday, 16 August 2014

Comic Book West by Keith Ekiss

If you know my name, I ain’t wasting time
with introductions: Kid Colt, Kid Durango.
My pistol drawn, cocked and aimed:
Drop it, outlaw: mustache, eye patch,
tinted skin, oily grin. I’m a future legend,
I wield a bullet-speedy whip, watch me
lasso my lesser’s slower-paced revolver.
His bullet nearly nicks an ear, guess I needed
the shave. Smiles reveal rotten teeth, bandits
who cavort with the wrong kind of dentists.
Dust trails buffalo out across the teepee frontier.
I’m left holding sacks of loot, hero framed
and jailed. Cold sweat: jump cut to sweet
cream hands, my Delilah, burning
front porch candles, smoothing apron folds.

From: http://therumpus.net/2009/04/comic-book-west-by-keith-ekiss/

Date: 2009

By: Keith Ekiss (19??- )

Friday, 15 August 2014

Reception for a Friend on his Arrival in Panama by Eunice Odio

I follow him
and anticipate his voice
because like mist
in uninhabited places
I have a watercolor vocation.

Tell me
how are the market goods there:

books,
roses,
swallow-shaped bells.

Apart from this,

And without looking at him
I ask

about geological mangos
bordering him with pulp

and about a new river

with cities of sound
and the Archangel’s longitude.

Tell me as well about the small coast
where recently the day,
like a heavenly two-headed animal,
camped in two aquariums
and filled with fish.

Tell me if the trees welcomed you unanimously
like the time they elected the year’s first lark
and the day of flowering.

Summarize it all now that I tremble
so gently
behind a swallow,

now that they offer me publically
for a butterfly nude

and I am like the roses
unsettling the air.

From: http://www.webdelsol.com/Perihelion/odio.htm

Date: 1952 (original); 2003 (translated)

By: Eunice Odio (1919-1974)

Translated by: Keith Ekiss (19??- ) and Sonia P. Ticas (19??- )