In the roaring undergirding By the fine old wattled keep I chanted fast my brains to muck And sunk forms...
You sat low with me thenagainst the foot of the bedin the week after my father died. I put my...
A single red sclera scans linoleum. It encloses the white irises that I bathe the milling men and women and...
This one drive,my father put the radio on,to replace the other sounds,and there was news from Norway,speaking of the fish...
When I get my haircut I like to imagine The barber is you. I don’t notice the Eminem playing or...
Inspired by “A Prayer for My Daughter” by W.B. Yeats As I lie in these tousled sheetsstaring at the beat...
The days when the flower pot shattersbecause a gust of wind blows too strongly,and I am left with dirt and...
After Craig Arnold’s “Meditation on a Grapefruit” To wake bare feet into cool tile glassied by the pall of...
Returning from a walk, we reach our house and see the light
burst a hole through the living
Each blueberry broke its thin shell
and bled, turning the whole pancake sick.