Poetry
Winter 2007
Vague
When I say oolong, you hear how long. Oh the vagaries of biology: histaminic tongue, water in the ear. Or am I drowned out, this ear-splitting, shuffle tape flinging us […]
Poetry
Winter 1992
Visit from the Footbinder
Little shoes sell quickly in shop windows. Three-inch tracks peel off garden sand. If too large, crop or bandage your feet. Force heel under instep to meet your bent digits. […]
Poetry
Winter 1992
Concubine of the Lowest Rank
She smoothed the sheets, swept the mats. She lay down and let a thousand gnats gorge themselves. They flew off drunkenly like small, blood-filled balloons. Pushy servant fingers plucked her […]
Poetry
Winter 1995
My Daughter Defaces the Life of Emily Dickinson
She carries the book upstairs, showing me with a rough hand what she’s highlighted. Not, I’m annoyed to see, in see-through yellow or orange or blue, but black; the vital […]
Poetry
Winter 1995
Man Drinking a Cup of Coffee
The spirit that floated in the dark waters of chaos was female. Sometimes when the moon is simply too full, the ground dissolves and his house, so arch in its […]