Poetry
Spring 1996
Branch of Knowledge
To which I've hooked the swing that I found on the ground This morning. The wind from the storm had broken the oak Branch. Rain water came through the windows. […]
Poetry
Spring 1996
Walls Falling
Not just the one in Berlin, a two-day drive, but this one here In my own backyard, the one two Etruscans might have builtThree thousand years back, the one that […]
Poetry
Spring 1996
At the Last Life
I will be writing, six squares of earliestLight showing how deeply all the things We know are invisible. Last night under A late shower of stars—the start of Day, palm […]
Poetry
Spring 1996
Clepsydra
This shuttered light I write by in this heat has left. The time was right for writing, Charactery, learning by rote, allowing the melon rinds, old bread, cores, and […]
Poetry
Spring 1996
Terminus
The vine growing out of the stone wall below this yellow House has had its grapes. It has had hands weave Shoots over new wire, squeeze new wine, cut and […]
Poetry
Summer 1992
Motive
I turn the Motown sound up when the a/c’s on, Slicing through the hip weather of San Francisco, Where for the moment, I’m as modern as I can stand. When […]