Poetry
Winter 2003
Trompe l’Oeil
All over Genoa you see them: windows with open shutters. Then the illusion shatters. But that’s not true. You knew the shutters were merely painted on. You knew it time […]
Poetry
Winter 1999
Up and Down
1. A Magnet Since she was two, it had held up her endon the door of the fridge: a plywood magnet stampedwith the finger-painted imprint of her hand.Essence-of-kid, all cheerfulness, […]
Poetry
Winter 1999
Distance
From up here, the insomniac river turning in its bed looks like a line somebody painted so many years ago it’s hard to believe it was ever liquid; a motorboat winks in the sun and […]
Poetry
Spring 1981
Refrain
But let his disposition have that scope As dotage gives it. — Goneril to Albany Never afflict yourself to know the cause, said Goneril, her mind already set. No […]