Jeffrey Schultz – X. Poem of Fruits to Come

Jeffrey Schultz X. Poem of Fruits to Come   Liberation is not at hand. In my parents’ yard, A modest three-quarters of an acre, Stands a single late Elberta peach tree. In my childhood and youth, Before all the remaining Valley acreage was torn out, The fruit could be found at roadside stands. I rememberContinue reading “Jeffrey Schultz – X. Poem of Fruits to Come”

Jeffrey Schultz – IX. Poem Written Eighteen Years after Having First Met the Poet Joshua Robbins on September 11, 2001

Jeffrey Schultz IX. Poem Written Eighteen Years after Having First Met the Poet Joshua Robbins on September 11, 2001   Faith is mute       with a muteness All faith’s own. It is nothing so resounding As the muteness of god, Structured though it is By this same. We had supposed Poetry might be made still             toContinue reading “Jeffrey Schultz – IX. Poem Written Eighteen Years after Having First Met the Poet Joshua Robbins on September 11, 2001”

Jeffrey Schultz – VIII. Papers Please

Jeffrey Schultz VIII. Papers Please   I hear nothing In language But what’s lost Beyond the border Of a frontier So far forgotten It cannot be mourned And whatever It is its name was Doesn’t even Bother to taste Of ash and never Gets caught Anyway in anyone’s Teeth. I mean, The 60s for Christ’sContinue reading “Jeffrey Schultz – VIII. Papers Please”

Jeffrey Schultz – VII. Small Infinities

Jeffrey Schultz VII. Small Infinities   The average universe Is remarkably small And fits easily enough Along with all the others Inside this one. Even among the little ones, There’s an enormous range In terms of both size and complexity. Findings demonstrate, that is, A substantially unequal distribution Of wealth in this regard, As inContinue reading “Jeffrey Schultz – VII. Small Infinities”

Jeffrey Schultz – VI. Critique of Knowledge with John McCain at the Hanoi Hilton

Jeffrey Schultz VI. Critique of Knowledge with John McCain at the Hanoi Hilton   … the war ended in an empty row of horse stalls …                 —Levis, roughly Early on, in Homer, we find Thersites, No hero we’re told but the ugliest man— His shoulders hunched, his head come to a point— Ever come toContinue reading “Jeffrey Schultz – VI. Critique of Knowledge with John McCain at the Hanoi Hilton”