Winter Solstice

                    I am tattooing the shadows 
                  of eternity you gaze fr. emerald
                     parlors, a woman stands be-
                         side me, she is gold-
                               en, her tattoo 

                           says: I AM YOURS

                   What can she mean, divested
           of  her nudity, why does she suggest

              She colors me purple. turquoise, &
                     black, she sings the dark 
                        morning, then she
                            dances, you

                         do not notice her, 
              on the street, until she draws 

                             the  circle

            It is the shortest day of year.  I discover I
              must leave this place in 5 days. I think

                I will go to island then Japan, one
                    last trip, but if I had someone
                        in Seattle I'd go there




                      On Listening to Annapurna

                               my commentary is
                                   based on my

                                  long ago, you
                               chose me for your
                                confession, how

                                 bright the moon,
                             in my pocket of tears,
                                 how wonderful
                                   the sound. Is

                              it a messanger who
                               sings in a far away
                                  country, or the

                                   sea, here, in




                    Tattoo my heart w, rosewater & knives

                       whose countenance imprisoned my
                           beloved in a country of steel, if
                               snow shed on the eye lid
                                   of eternity cld. hold
                                       me, if the lips

                            of the beloved cld. spit blood
                             on the island of distilled lava,
                                Bent, my  frail equation

                                the strings of your harp wld
                             wake me fr. sleep, wld. I not prefer
                               your dream to my awakened







Louise Landes Levi

Louise Landes Levi is a poet/translator and musician. Recent works: The Book L (Cool Grove Press 2010), Love Cantos 1-5 (Jack in Your Box Press 2011), Crazy Louise or La Converdazione Sacra (Station Hill 2016), Where I Stand in Angel (Il Bagatto, 2018). Recent recordings: From the Ming Oracle (Sloow Tapes, 2014), Ikiru or the Wanderer (Oaken Palace, 2018) & Colloidal LOVE (Audio.Mer, 2018). Photo by Ira Cohen.


Edited for Unlikely by Jonathan Penton, Editor-in-Chief
Last revised on Sunday, February 11, 2018 - 15:58