Poetry
Mar/Apr 2020
Instructions for the Hostage
You must accept the door is never shut. You’re always free to leave at any time, though the hostage will remain, no matter what. The damage could be managed, so […]
Poetry
Summer/Fall 1999
At St. Sulpice
Because the mind is forever building its model airplane: locust hum of colored Bakelite, blue lobelia in a hairy root-ball, plastic bags snapping open, and unkind comments up from Florida, […]
Poetry
Summer/Fall 1999
Chest for Arrows
—on the execution of Ann Boleyn An educated schemer, will of silver, six digits concealed inside a doeskin glove—and yet how gracious when they came to take your head, the […]