Poetry
Spring 2009
The Country That We Love
Before the stand that sold peaches and sweet corn in the summer, someone had stood up a mannequin, dressed in a gold lam? bikini and a red wig with tiny […]
Poetry
Spring 2009
My Waiting Brain
i There are certain pathways he must follow when he goes into my brain, or else something catastrophic might happen he said. He said any kind of bleeding in the […]
Poetry
Summer 2005
For You
You don’t even know you love me, you whose forehead I want to lay my hands on. You don’t even know how I love you: when the river is high, […]
Poetry
Summer 2005
Moon of the Red Grass
…and young we were in relation to the singers of our time, and then later, we were young like a love loose in the stream, like money and her enzymes, […]
Poetry
Summer 2005
Kingdom
Such a plaintive evening bird song, and summer only half away from us. Our nation’s Independence Day, not long beyond a war made from the liar’s chair, made from the […]
Poetry
Summer 2005
My Uncle Rudy in Sunlight
Out of the hole my father and his brother had dug below the drainage tiles of my uncle’s barn, hundreds of mice streamed. These brothers had dug the hole, then […]
Poetry
Summer 2005
In Hai Phong
for Nguyen Quang Thieu In Hai Phong I shared my small hotel room with a friend from Hanoi. He lay on the floor next to my bed, and in the […]
Poetry
Winter 2000
The Nothing Redemption
Some men’s voices rose and fell far away. Time changed. Time got stupid and I stood in line with the gobs, our drawers at our feet so our cheeks we […]
Poetry
Summer/ Autumn 1997
Praise Wound Dirt Skin Sky in the Place of Emperors
Praise wound. Praise dirt in the wound that made the metal fester in the skin. Praise wound that closed over like a night sky. Praise sharp cutting metal exploded into […]
Poetry
Summer/ Autumn 1997
The Singing and the Dancing
I found a hole in the stall of the public toilet at the university where I work. Four inches across, the sharp metal looked like it had been torn and […]
Poetry
Summer/ Autumn 1997
The Inexplicable Abandonment of Habit in Eclipse
I was not conscience-calmed then. Almost always I played a silent war game to myself. What stays is the shape of my father's body as he leaned in the light-ruled […]
Poetry
Autumn 1989
The Confusion of Planes We Must Wander in Sleep
I stood naked in the corner as my mother changed the wet sheets and clucked her tongue though spoke as kindly as she could, my father stirring angrily in the […]
European Voices
Summer 1995
Saint Anthony
From the Rumanian. From the stars the hand of a child throws cherries at us. From the lake the hand of a child throws strawberries at us. From the […]
European Voices
Summer 1995
Mathematics
From the Rumanian. Could I put the equal sign between my hell and your hell? Or rather, between my heaven and your hell? I say this in a room of […]
European Voices
Summer 1995
The Russian Army in Moldova
From the Rumanian. When a man is crucified in the year 1992 after Christ, his last breath produces snowstorms on the other side of the world. Over his children’s black […]