Poetry
Fall 2010
Can the Individual Experience Tragic Consequences?
A human head should infold to behold all extremes: monstrous serpents, lambs joined with dolphins, the sea, flowing hair, a nose, eyes. The forest dies, and we are mice in […]
Poetry
Fall 2010
To Write a History
A sister adoring shrouds, some institutions, uneasiness. Likeness in a type of story. A photograph, “Table”— by the Committee of the Physically Existent. The answer is to go beneath life: […]
Poetry
Fall 2010
A Calculation Based on Figures in a Scene
There are still many marvels, you know. The festivals on Fridays. The divider in the center of the wasteland. On this side—flesh; on that—an iron claw and a new-made screw […]
Poetry
Fall 2010
There She Was
The house stood. The cars were standing. She was walking over to the dog, which had to be remembered. “Shake hands,” she said. He straightened, bent, straightened. His manner was […]
Poetry
Fall 2008
The Wake Was a Line and We Watched
In the window and wept. Well, not wept but sniveled A little and wiped our eyes On a coat sleeve. What were we Thinking, I wonder now. It was fall. […]
Poetry
Fall 2008
V Is the Diver
V, the diver, goes down and up again, According to a beat Kept by a personal pencil point director. "You, over there." V points to "you" and you, Never objective, […]
Poetry
Summer 2000
Travel Is Easy by Train
Don’t you love a narrow corridor? Ham asked. Only one way to get lost, or to find. It was the year of the rat, shunned overachiever, and late in a […]
Poetry
Summer 2000
Kiss, Kiss, Said Louise by Way of a Pay Phone
To the other who’d been left behind. The city was unlucky in cloudy and chance of. Routing the enemy, following a route. What does it mean, Mary Louise, that the […]
Poetry
Summer 2000
Does Mrs. Hunt Tear Linen Straight as Ever?
Louise, lying half-dressed on a hideabed, said she wasn’t going but the other insisted, so they all went and inquired for the boat to the Isle. They expected a dog […]
Poetry
July/Aug 2017
Fairy Distance
From the Japanese. There behind the tree beautiful saw-teeth were singing unseenIn the space between clouds there were shapely ears Iridescent painted nails dissolved in water The tiny discarded […]
Poetry
July/Aug 2017
One Thousand and One Nights on White
From the Japanese. At two a.m. two clouds on a bench, one larger, one smaller, embrace a lake witha tail, while waiting for day to break on a white […]