Linda Russo: Five poems

  Linda Russo

  Five poems

  from The Enhanced Immediacy of the Everyday

          from “American Poem in Parts”
          [that’s my nakedness, one hundred percent small]
          [grab short trees, grab sun]
          [love heals many]
          Who is No One


from “American Poem in Parts”

housekeeping logic of link and glue
a gift of green plates and shine
stacked clean and endlessly again
your little paws curled ’neath your cheek

how many and how long

what sits on the solid table is solid

I solidly sit

moving into the quiet night
after moving about (industriously)

forgetting a book, to read a blank book

an eve clear and bare is mine – is mine story to tell

hunger & relaxation, some skirts, some wrinkled sheets, some pressed shirts some kind way to finesse a meal

a tinge of finely brewed consequence

I am fine I am finished grace infiltrates the room with a pink glow

[that’s my nakedness, one hundred percent small]

that’s my nakedness, one hundred percent small

neat little self bodies alight with mobilization

which brought out the laughter in me

like a relaxing possibility the body knows –-

anyway, laugh, I don’t want you to leave

not reasonable creatures, but lovely, fighting

carefully crafted meals and now we seem

to be lost without you, like flapping plastic

sheeting beneath fruit-colored sunlight

an outbreak the dream-like body decides

i can go if you want

and the answer at arm’s length

is yes, alright yes

wet footprints left by children

after swimming and hot knowledge

i’m dwelling to get an honest human experience

playing at being cheerful and at the same time

full of cheer, seeing what she sees in him

little breasts

remembering & inventing a little quieter longer

don’t clap for that

– wait for the best part

when we see her coming

and hostessing both, adorned

with a necklace of blue glass bulbs

i think perhaps

I am

being reckless



[grab short trees, grab sun]

grab short trees, grab sun
grab the world closer
& believe trees

the sky is falling all around

cry, but that’s okay, don’t

the same the same the
tomorrow same
there’s another one again

us all try that okay

all over the world
a sprite, a green thing about
smitten with us even

the sky is falling all around

cry, but that’s okay, don’t

the weather, sky silhouette
as in the believing
as in the tree-reaching

us all try that

the sky is falling

cry, but that’s okay, don’t

[love heals many]

love heals many
many times, some
in the intellectual

resources industry
say so, your face glow
beneath the moon

and its pink
milklight I
thought to export

more poems to
let the light and
the chat embrace

me like original
software corrupted
copied and sold

please everyone
stop renting out
your IQ start

creating embody
your brainwork
it’s simple

it’s powerful
liquid sunshine it’s
distance healing


Who is No One

who is no one, not attempting, not lessened

            mobile, speedy, wound up, timely
like a nicely done bit bit micro culture

            a catastrophic weeding, for both of us and all?
a how to of & looking & learning of, must we?

mm hm inviting awkward elephant enjoyment

[      The following substitution may be made in the final line:
                mm hm avoiding awkward elephant enjoyment      ]

US poet Linda Russo
US poet Linda Russo

Linda Russo lives in the Columbia River Watershed, tends garden plots and teaches at Washington State University. Meaning to Go to the Origin in Some Way (Shearsman Press), her second full-length collection of poems, is due out shortly; a third, The Enhanced Immediacy of the Everyday (Chax Press), and a collection of lyric essays, To Think of her Writing Awash in Light, selected by John D’Agata as the winner of Subito Press inaugural creative nonfiction prize, are forthcoming. Scholarly essays have appeared in Among Friends: Engendering the Social Site of Poetry (University of Iowa Press) and other edited collections, and as the preface of Joanne Kyger’s About Now: Collected Poems (National Poetry Foundation). You can find out more about her poetic work at inhabitorypoetics.blogspot

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