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Chard deNiord: Open Letter to the President from a Citizen, August 21, 2019

I write to you, Mr. President, from inside
the cell in which you’ve locked the country
with ICE.

August 22, 2019 · 1 Comment

Chard deNiord: I stand beneath the mountain with an illiterate heart

The darkness of my sacred ignorance enlightens me.

June 18, 2019 · Leave a comment

Chard deNiord: Dispatch from Gaia

Mother’s cawing, “You must do what seems impossible now,
but you’ve done it before.”

May 12, 2019 · 2 Comments

Chard DeNiord: In my Unknowing

Oh taste and see. –Psalm 34, 8 . I was driving through the fields of Heaven when I realized I was still on Earth, because Earth was all I had … Continue reading

February 5, 2019 · Leave a comment

Chard DeNiord: At Auden’s Grave, September 1, 2016

      “We must love one another or die.”   — W.H. Auden                                                             What caused you to think it was a lie, Old Master—that either/or that gave you pause in “September 1, … Continue reading

January 8, 2019 · 2 Comments

Chard deNiord: Herr President

Ringed with a scum of chicken-necked bosses he toys with the tributes of half-men. — From “The Stalin Epigram” by Osip Mandelstam Have you no sense of decency, sir?— Joseph … Continue reading

May 25, 2017 · 1 Comment

Chard deNiord: Prophecy Against Those

They will grow ass’s ears and stand and stand like guards at the funerals of their own mothers. They will forget history as if it were a bad memory they … Continue reading

December 6, 2016 · 3 Comments

Chard De Niord: The media continue to play into the terrorists’ hands

There are millions of Muslims who find the terrorist attacks in Paris and elsewhere reprehensible and antithetical to Islam. I heard a French Muslim, who is also a town official, … Continue reading

January 16, 2015 · Leave a comment

Chard deNiord: Where And How Blood Was Made

Her son’s dreadful bodies, buried by that mass, drenched the Earth with streams of blood, and they say she warmed it to new life, so that a trace of her … Continue reading

December 2, 2014 · Leave a comment

Chard deNiord: Poetry

The secret I have no say in keeping is safe with me and everyone else who sees himself in the space between the stars.   How to tell what can’t … Continue reading

November 28, 2014 · Leave a comment

Chard deNiord: Lost Things

You find other lost things while looking for the lost thing, things that are consolations for what’s missing, things you also looked for with the same intensity that faded in … Continue reading

November 20, 2014 · Leave a comment

Chard deNiord: Late Night Listening, Tahiri Square, February 2, 2011

  I felt: you are an I, you are an Elizabeth, you are one of them. Why should you be one, too? Elizabeth Bishop   I heard their voices inside … Continue reading

November 16, 2014 · Leave a comment

Chard deNiord: Song

. Memory’s needle tracked a groove until it bled. You called it “the little heaven of memory” and covered your ears. You called it “Please Please Please…” You sang along … Continue reading

November 10, 2014 · Leave a comment

Chard deNiord: The River Merchant’s Mistress, a Letter

                                 Return to her in the mercy of desire no matter where she waits in … Continue reading

November 6, 2014 · Leave a comment

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