Poetry
Spring 2006
Kinds of Camouflage
For Robert Philen 1. Déjeuner, with Herbs Then I am sitting naked on damp grass(it rained in my yesterday)while two white gentlemenin black frock coats share luncharound me, passing […]
Poetry
Winter 1999
Solstice as Demon Lover
You disappear again, December sunturns light to ice, fractureof frozen stars responsible for monthsof snow. Now that you’re gone it’s winter:I can sleep, but don’t. Cold bright guided me to […]
Poetry
Winter 1999
Another Unclassical Eclogue
Where were you when I was for sail, broken love spilled on a sprawl of winter rocks? Pollen stamps damp gold on fevered afternoons, summer hands its haze of petals […]
Poetry
Autumn 1994
Black Money
A tarnished subway token and a few small coins pressed into my palm: I didn’t ask for much. Dead presidents on pennies; a lighted match and a cough from you […]
Poetry
Autumn 1994
My Foolish Friend
These are the things laid out on the table for my regard: one Red Delicious apple, slightly bruised; two unanswered letters (one air mail); an open paperback Genet, spine broken; […]
Poetry
Autumn 1992
Paradise
I don’t know the names of flowers, or the various songs of birds, what to call the water falling from the sky all week, sleet or hail, the histories of […]
Poetry
Autumn 1992
Slaves
These are the years of the empty hands. And what were those just past, swift with the flash of alloyed hulls but carrying no cargo? Outside our lives, my mythical […]
Poetry
Autumn 1992
What Cannot Be Kept
He was dreaming of the factories across the water’s fog and pillared smoke, a man listing toward him in a paper boat whose outstretched palm read Wait. He was laid […]