Poetry
Autumn 2005
Sex at Seventeen
In the Boy's King Arthur Legends they were always describing how the knight's sword shone, and the jeweled swords, the gleaming of precious gold tips and silver hilts; —and I […]
Poetry
Autumn 2005
The Other Woman’s Point of View
I've never loved anyone more than I love you, he said, which meant what, exactly? Perhaps he'd never loved anyone less, either. He could not help lying—to make people feel […]
Poetry
Autumn 2005
What Use
What use is a husband's kiss in late winter? Nothing; means nothing you say; one warm cheek laid against mine. But your lips and fingertips stay cool when we are […]
Poetry
Winter 1999
Desire
My phalaenopsis orchid trembles when I step into the room, quivering like a butterfly in its stem, so that I wonder if it feels me coming yards away. The blossoms […]
Poetry
Winter 1999
Sunburn
A friend compares it to a sunburn—the body heals, he says, but still remembers. If my skin should remember you! In seven years there will not be one cell of […]
Poetry
Winter 1999
The Unmentionable
Let us agree to draw down the shades, be sure the doors are locked, so as not to see the elderly couple, knock-kneed, romping like horses on the bed— the […]
Poetry
Summer/ Autumn 1997
These Hands
Love, let me go. Or don't let me go. I don't know how to hold you hard enough to make you happy, how to be held so I dissolve like […]
Poetry
Summer/ Autumn 1997
Kisses
I have been kissed to the point of madness, my mouth is swallowing up my heart. Kisses flying like birds from one perch to another, deep winged kisses, snowy kisses, […]
Poetry
Summer/ Autumn 1997
I Will Not Be Moved
Love, that moves the sun and the other stars. DANTE Well, I will sit on this porch step and I will not move. Though my neighbors march up and down […]
Poetry
Summer/ Autumn 1997
Want
I want the right side of your brain, somebody said, when you are dead, when you donate your organs, leave me that hemisphere—who was that? I ask myself, hoping it […]