Category Archives: Poetry

Nimbus Apparatus is the poetry of Able Parris.

3. play-do though a mold

what confused me more
than the Earths’ growing
was that they said the Devil
did it to help the nomadic family

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2. moonlong

ten thousand embers galaxied
like an evening mass
three forgotten children
mouthing seat-belts
my cup is half-full
at times, until prayer
that vine of yellow blossoms
beautiful, though covering Blind Child
the most thankful farmer
taking soil for granted

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1. september

carry the raincoat and get soaked
what do you have that can’t be sold?
two days of rain, now a green lawn

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the strip

wednesday at the park
towne center became
an anthill where
bmw blackcat’s
tore like sawteeth
through a plank
at 23 miles a gallon
back and forth
back and forth

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cul-de-sac

over there a bucket sits
with last nights numbers in it
they spill out
black and white
in love we have two names
this one is worn
a cowboy whipped his oldest
with it on his belt
young man
bent over a knee
still can’t read
“eight, nine…”
it’s too much
just to keep quiet
downstairs in a tent of sheets
laughter settles distant
the garage floor- cold!
cut heel on broken glass
three fading steps
from a leaking gasket
crushing cans
“eighteen, nineteen…”
binoculars used for hunting
sit […]

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pisa

as he approached the streets
empty walls put away
four hundred gates
without ringing sundown
swung back
and went in

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coffee and word games

she set
two letters
thirty points
won her only
a smile
victory was mine
 this time

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in a pond next to a mill

the coiled neck of a goose
allowing rest for
not nearly enough to be
a flock
these winged migrants
i am near them
hiding behind the vibrations of cicadas
their loose interpretation of creation
a breeze lasts longer here
taking breath from an audience
drinking it in with a sketchbook glass
six take dry shade as a mistress
search for feed in the weeds, and raise
a white eyelid for rest
one makes himself […]

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goose, by john raux


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migrane

a stuffed bear with
tinkertoys as arms
danced by an armchair
singing songs of circus
circling the magazines in
a figure-eight swiftly
sitting down silently
then made bubble sounds
through spit and sorrow
as a sparrow-headed
spaniel shouted
“sing another! sing another!”

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