Elation Cell

Miraculous to be part of the snow globe with the penguins
on the icebergs and the icebergs with the cold shock
and miraculous to be inside the dome with the curvature
of the dome and the penguins’ heads and the cold shock
far from the city where this is not taking place and to be
apart from the towers and a part of interiors with the curve
of the moon made from clay.

Nicholas Destino is nearing the end of the MFA program for poetry at Goddard College. Past publications include one book of poetry, Of Kingdoms & Kangaroo, First Intensity, 2008, and individual poems appearing in The American Poetry Journal, The Pitkin Review, and Trident.

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Thoughts for Sad Times

This winter everything will be better.
The harbingers of music will all be there,
we’ll have new wool suits for the circle
of the buffalo and the owls that will all be

the harbingers of music, always there.
This winter everything will be better-
for the buffalo and the owls and the elk,
and for us in our new wool suits listening

to them, the harbingers of music always there,
inflecting the notes of the songs in the voice.
This winter everything will be better.
We will sit gathered and loved and warm,

with the buffalo and the owls and the elk
perfecting our songs in the snow,
all of us in our new wool suits, listening,
singing, as harbingers of music always there.

Nicholas Destino is nearing the end of the MFA program for poetry at Goddard College. Past publications include one book of poetry, Of Kingdoms & Kangaroo, First Intensity, 2008, and individual poems appearing in The American Poetry Journal, The Pitkin Review, and Trident.

Snow Globe

Once there was a blue ball and cottonfields
were dropped upon it and firefields were dropped
upon it and waterfields too were dropped upon it
along with multiplication tables and division tables
then chairs
to sit
and figure
the proper boundaries of these.

Life forms of colorful sizes and shapes were dropped
upon it and thoughts dropped within the brainclouds
dropped inside their heads while sounds were dropped
inside the thoughts. And life forms, had they not
wanted
to
begin
speaking.

Nicholas Destino is nearing the end of the MFA program for poetry at Goddard College. Past publications include one book of poetry, Of Kingdoms & Kangaroo, First Intensity, 2008, and individual poems appearing in The American Poetry Journal, The Pitkin Review, and Trident.

Homeless

Stranger, I am sorry for making eye contact with you.
In my defense, I was alone and a stranger passed before
me without irises, stranger, this is serious, we are no
longer the same. While it began about you, stranger,
entirely about you, You saw me too and I was this
dreadful war someone had covered in winter wool.
Stranger, I am a coat! Imagine this day inverted you
into the womb. Imagine emerging from a new mother
or a brick building upon the sidewalk. You can’t fool
me, stranger, my eyes are the planets within where you
rotate.





Nicholas Destino is nearing the end of the MFA program for poetry at Goddard College. Past publications include one book of poetry, Of Kingdoms & Kangaroo, First Intensity, 2008, and individual poems appearing in The American Poetry Journal, The Pitkin Review, and Trident.