Poetry
Winter 2002
Listening to My Mother’s Comic Banter with Sackboys and Servers
It is in brief moments such as these that I know there is no god. And I do not suppose that, in even one of her seventy- some-odd years, it […]
Poetry
Spring 2009
My Wife’s Camera Bag and the Fuji Camera Card inside It
The museum throng at least five or six deep jammed up against the velvet rope, with maybe a fourth of them clicking and clicking while the guards kept entreating, “No […]
Poetry
Spring 2004
The Composition of ‘The Eve of St. Agnes’ Followed in Mid-April by ‘La Belle Dame Sans Merci’
Coooee. Mama says what’s the point. I guess she has been to town lots longer, like she says, but I don’t know. He seems so sweet sometimes. He asked me […]
Poetry
Summer 1998
Even Now
There have been times when the blood within Has ached with the thunder of horses, Has been like the din of a thousand horses’ hooves— And still I can hear […]
Poetry
Winter 1996
Evening’s End
1943 –1970 For the first time in what must be the better part of two years now I happened to hear Janis in her glory— all that tinctured syrup dripping […]
Poetry
Winter 1996
Felliniesque
1920-1993 In black and white a little boy runs down a beach pursued by priests. Almost the young boy's earliest recalled desire— is to pee in the padre's chalice, […]
Poetry
Winter 1991
Fall
One lit match and there they go.Like a revolution. To jump into that would be death. But we are all sane people here. Here is where we fight it off […]
Poetry
Winter 1990
Glendower Ponders the Vasty Deep
“I can call spirits …” Henry IV, Part I If this wind in here would just lie down, these sounds like the clatter of cattle on a bridge could die […]
Poetry
Winter 1990
City Lights
Today on the north beltway in my rearview mirror a powder beige Mercedes grazed a big black car then rolled over twice in air, before bouncing down sideways, to be […]
Poetry
Winter 1990
The Royal Nonesuch
Extempore Effusion upon the Death of Everette Maddox (1944-1989) Given recent events, it's easy to see why that bilgewater-slick New Orleans night stink stays stuck in the craw. Almostmidnight in […]