Poetry
Spring 2007
Junction
Fox, you are overwritten. Freeze-frame vision too like a poem. I brake and the children clamor, noses to glass, chill mirror. Languid, askance, at leisure— slow motion that spells disaster—so […]
Poetry
Spring 2007
Dislocation
Wasp at the top of the house springs warmed, old oven— we've both miscalculated. O art of expectation! Staggery, rag-imped thing. All winter I came up with nothing doing. Dead […]
Poetry
Mar/Apr 2017
Ceiling
You’re meant to lance it with Phillips-head concede defeat for the moment the way bloods letto stave off greaterbloodshed, disaster—coax thin thread into truce-bucket preventive measure against mass water against […]
Poetry
Mar/Apr 2017
For My Father
Somehow you’re here in each stroke guiding my line to the end— in ease, surrendermy limbs remember how you stood over every departureeach risky venture anything outdoor your domainwe took […]
Nonfiction
Spring 2001
Imagination in Art and in Science
From the French. “Nothing but truth is beautiful,” states Nicolas Boileau in an epistle. “There is no truth but beauty,” Anatole France confirms in La Vie littéraire. And John […]