Poetry
Spring 2000
April and the New Physics
I. I went into the forest of dogwood blossoms to be with my love, and we lived there together beneath blossoms. II. Pond’s breath—A stirring among blossoms under stars beyond […]
Poetry
Winter 1998
Song of Separation
Yo no quiero más luz que tu cuerpo ante el mío. MIGUEL HERNANDEZ When you spoke to the moon the leaves struck sorrow. The tales of our singing […]
Poetry
Winter 1998
Song of Separation 2
Sunday morning in the market: A bright display of cherries and pears, like a dozen peacocks sleeping. These little generosities of love. Just off the brick path hidden near the […]
Poetry
Winter 1998
Song of Separation 3
Heavy, like dried figs, the spaces around her eyes—the sorrow she carries. ∗ September: Late summer spreads like a tarp over the land, like a flea snorkeling under the shiny […]