Poetry
Summer 2006
Afternoon Nap
Imagine. Me, patient. Who was readyonce at once. Hot to trot. She need only glance my way, or whistle, need do nothingbut breathe and turn away for me to sing […]
Poetry
Spring 1996
Abundance
Lift up thine eyes round about, and see: all they gather themselves together, they come to thee: thy sons shall come from far, and thy daughters shall be nursed at […]
Poetry
Spring 1988
Full Cry
If all motion is toward loss, sound a wave that flattens into silence, light a wave, touch a wave, then you are right to spend these last days almost motionless, […]
Poetry
Spring 1988
Pavlov’s Dog
Last night, late, a light rain beading the windshield, I held you and we listened to the static and old songs on the radio. Filled with the past, the failure […]