Poetry
Spring 1988
Reflections
Manufacturers Hanover windows modernly slant. As the express rams Hicksville, never slowing, a pair of legs, reflected in some panes, hurry a torso to the train after. Optic drollery! just […]
Poetry
Spring 1988
Blizzard
It may have been the pattern of one storm, but by the sudden, unambiguous come of it, just past a river, by the here of it, as if millenia-heaped, the […]
Poetry
Spring 1988
Passengers
With every subtlest quaking of the car we subtly quake; on both of us the same sunbeam lays its blessing; we are as good as twins—except that I’m awake and […]
At Night: Two Poems
Winter 1984
Nocturne
Hour by crawling hour insomnia drains the elemental music from his veins. Each turning wounds the cadence of her breath till both stretch silent as a double death. Once more […]
At Night: Two Poems
Winter 1984
Homecoming
I Leaving your wife in traction alone on a hospital bed you could have come on the highway but took the streets instead although the traffic was creeping and the […]