Poetry
Summer 1988
Scheherazade
In the little cave the bones glow as if the skin were still attached to them, yet each wife, each skeleton is arranged in some ordinary posture: its arms up, […]
Poetry
Summer 1988
Family Tree
When it comes to my branch the tree just stops so that it becomes for now, at least, like the verb to be: all intention. There I sit in the […]
A Poem
Autumn 1986
Oedipus
Once he had unriddled the Sphinxshe was finished, I guess,though not bodily, not the powerfulthighs, the lion-thighsof the women … So then it was the fathers.Some cities got built. Some […]
Poetry
Autumn 1990
Cries and Whispers
for Peggotty and for Lois It's the maid who cradles the dying sister's head: there, it's the Madonna and child, it's the baby Jesus coughing her life out. Three sisters […]
Poetry
Autumn 1990
Old Eight-by-Ten Glossy
Her eyebrows are raised and seem to hold the rest of her features taut, like the bars that hold the strings of a marionette. "Listen," I say, and her face […]