Poetry
Winter 1998
Ant Farm
One summer dayI took a kettle of steaming water and flooded an anthill, watched as balled black bodies floated down my brewed Nile and dried in the sand looking sugared, […]
Poetry
Winter 1998
A Hot Time in a Small Town
In this restaurant a plate of bluefish pâté and matzos begin memorable meals. The cracker is ridged, seems planked, an old wall streaked sepia, very nearly black in Tigrett, Tennessee […]
Poetry
Winter 1998
Making Dresses
for Martha With all that sewing, to what is the needle promoted, sliver […]
Poetry
Winter 1998
Chariots
“Like this?” I ask her, fast forwarding to the chariot scene; “Is this what you’re waiting for?” Swing low! Ben Hur she will watch. I wait with her, watching kernels […]