Scott Minar Poems

Someone put an accordion in the crook
of a tree where it plays itself
on windy days—where I miraculously walk through impassable
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I've studied it,
Looked inside its vowels,
Examined consonants as if they were pyramids,
Like they held a secret
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He stops at restaurant chalkboards
on busy sidewalks—to jot down
a few formulae,
as people move past scratching
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Theseus the King looked out his little window.
His ankle was hurting again
and that picture of his wife kept falling
out of his trousers.
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In my other life, when I was a Polar explorer,
the cold was penetrating—like the way air enters
an accordion. Being raised by bears
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Behold! A snowball in hell
Next to a burning lake.
—Charles Simic
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Herodotus the Greek historian
born in Halicarnassus of the Persian Empire
is waving from the elementary school window,
his beard flowing from a rubber-band over his ears,
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Because no one would take me,
I went to my grandmother's headstone by myself.
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"People in Hell want ice water too, "
My father used to say.
A few of us down here
Standing around asking about it.
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I want to place a river / In the prison.
I want to steal the cells / And throw them in the sea
—Riad Saleh Hussein
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