Poetry
Fall 2007
The Wife’s Tale
Now the sky groggy and spackled, the clouds capsizing, the rain cleared. These days even my hagiographies are fabrications, as are so many things, Microscopic, reeking of the dismal— Even […]
Poetry
Fall 2007
Pound
Ninth of May, rain, and the prices are crap. And the Indian preachers still make a good impression On the lonely wives—this is so far from the piazzas and espressos […]
Poetry
Fall 2007
The Husband’s Tale
I earned my polyglotic wounds, gold-digging, lopping off, pouring out the repartee— Rattled, over-taxed, powered down then tapered, from prefab to repossession, From exalted to laid low, from whippoorwill to […]