Whoops we did it again! We screwed up Kathe Izzo's poems in Long Shot.
You see she has stanzas in her poems, but somehow getting the poems
through email, we lost the stanzas. Read the poems below to enjoy them
in their original glory.   D.S.

These are poems by Kathe Izzo. Born, I believe, in the state of New
York, art student in Boston, married, moved to Provincetown, had three
beautiful girls. Kathe is an art instigator, writing poetry and making
art during early motherhood, and creating poetry teaching situation in
P-town with poets like Mark Doty and Marie Howe because Kathe wanted to
study. Next she started Shadow Writing Project for P-town kids. Again,
Kathe got to write with her students and now she's putting a manuscript
of poems together and working on a novel about teens called Hummer. I
think kathe is over 35, but she's younger than me and in terms of her
quiet but forceful approach into the poetry world, she's a "younger"
poet.

Eileen Myles

Kathe Izzo

HUGE RED

rippling odor of salt
thin black
trees, white eyes
shoulders, a dim room
appears entirely black
shiny black
trigger swings up
a tree is visible
speared
sizzling wick
a piece falls out
grows lower
turns around
rises
zips up the hole
followed by your skin

a pocket in your skin

unties a huge red
tinted dark

spits out a mouthful

swings up
turns around

YOU CHOSE NOT TO MAKE ME HAPPY

Something presses up into it

I should sell my tongue

The hum against the roof of my mouth
The song of something like
the sky broken inside the body

It is a feeling, this, sound
a heart, a letter
like the reddish brown thud
like blood, like clay

I have only a whisper of you

a wash of false quiet, bruise
blue on top of blunted wine

me, the shave of some
soft yellow

gutted song

LAWN

This can be your sacred practice
first thought
ironically courteous, breathing

carrying dirt in pails

I shall be mowed down
all the same

The young child neglects
to send itself signals

The horticulturalist, without knowing
is unable to find any explanation

accepts the unorthodox

interpretation of angelic help

We all know this fairy tale girl
myself like casual fury
making indiscriminate love
indifferent thrust

In everything
the shimmer of creation

slick life

One must bow

I have only this one dress
No one can use

c.2000