Poetry

The Drowned Women Now is the hour when the drowned arise,Like water lilies whose white bloom has fled.Their gowns are full and wide as unfurled sailsThat will not see their…

When he found it, we said let it alone,call the police.  But he tampered with it,took money out before a squad car arrived.Baffled, the officers grew annoyed,made accusations of hoax,…

Tour I stand by a pond that reflectsthe golden light of late morning;my feet hang from the sky. Two men are swimming frantically toward meyelling with throats full of waterdesperate…

Spiritual Mom Mom got spiritual in her late fifties,and we really had no patience for allthe forgiveness. It was disconcertingthe way she’d kneel down on the floorin the middle of…

Fishing in Childhood —after lines by Tony Hoagland If we are always who we are, if our livingis finally of a piece, couldn’t we observe itcomplete in any moment—choose any…

Hunger I’d not yet eaten, but walked where the feast was spread. The first course offered wild rose in a pasture’s corner, slice of path cutting uphill to walls of…

Huldra She is Swedish, and one of those,you know. Big. Green eyes and red hair,all clinging velvet and ropesof beads in the front, with coldand cleanly chiseled features.Real Nordic beautywith…

Anciently, when God did ordain to claim this drear and waste domainHim did it please to bid his saintsagainst all pleading abject ‘plaintsto sojourn here ‘cross cruel seato raise The…

A glistening jellyfish moon crowds the velvet sky dusted with salt stars Moonrays glint frosty on curling waves that crawl, roll and hop like dogs hunting the shore Dark sand…

The Exquisite Corpse of Self The surrealist game of screaming in a crowd relapses, and without foul our goalie unzips a hollow swan. Whenever I skull-shriek during a literary migraine,…